((hehe that’s good, you’ll just have to wait and see for my surprise then ;) ))<br/><br/>Soon the brawlers were backing off, seeing what he’d done to their fellows.  Darkic turned to her and asked “if your going to be employing me then I guess I should know your name.” Darkic turned and drove soul ledge upon one last fool who dared attack them. Once that was done he turned and pulled the blade out of his hand, and cursed as the blood began to flow. He had to stop the bleeding, but when you don’t clot that was a very bad thing indeed. He’d need medical treatment sooner or later, but he couldn’t deal with that he had his phobia after all. He jestured with his head for them to move out of the bar before people began to question why there was no blood upon his sword, or even wounds on the dead men, he didn’t fancy any of that kind of trouble. He sheathed Soul Ledge and waited for her to begin walking.