<span style="font-style: italic">"I think it's about time to go outside and solve this fuss fast. I'm pretty sure that the militia will notice soon and this place will be swarmed with guards in no time. It wouldn't be wise to get ourselves caught and thrown into the prison now , would it?<br/><br/>"Plus i really wanna know why demons came here and are after you?" he continued looking towards the Anithrope.</span><br/><br/>Skippy shrugged and drew the two daggers that had been in the sheaths sewed to the back of his leather vest. "I did nothing wrong," he insisted in his innocent voice. In just that time, three demons surrounded him. In a bloody chaotic dance, Skippy twirled, slicing all three fatally in the mid-section area. One was cut so deep, he had to hold his insides in, and the Anithrope easily finished him by leaping into the air and swinging one of his arms, which resulted in the man's throat being slashed. Skippy turned to the other two, who weren't as injured, and were trying to ignore the bleeding, pain, and their fallen comrades.<br/><br/>The Squirrel Anithrope blocked the one demon's sword with both of his blades. Then, he knocked him back with a swift kick to his shin. He would have preferred the man's groin or gut, but at the present time, he wouldn't have been able to get his short legs that high. Next, he did a back flip to put a little distance between himself and his enemies, but the demon with the sword swung at him, slicing open his fluffy tail. In his adrenaline-pumping state, the pain was nothing but a dull ache that he used to fuel his fighting tactics.<br/><br/>Then, in one swift movement, he sheathed both of his daggers, and grabbed two throwing knives from their place at his belt. With one flick of his wrist, he nailed both demons dealing killing blows. The first in the throat, the second in the eye. Skippy retrieved his daggers, and as he bent, a fourth demon moved in, but an arrow caught him in the heart and he was dead before he hit the floor.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">Lysonna was much slower to react than the others. It was as if everything started out really slow, and then was fast forwarded into a chaotic blur. Demons were being slayed left and right, and yet it seemed that no one had gotten seriously hurt. That might have been due to the group of mixed races fighting for their lives.<br/><br/>Lysonna turned to the stair case behind the common room, where she had heard faint foot steps even with all of the clamor of metal against metal and other such noises. She noticed someone looking at the fray as if wondering whether to fight or run.<br/><br/>Turning back to the fray, Lysonna finally stood and readied her bow. She let an arrow fly just in time to save the Squirrel Anithrope from getting beheaded and was proud to see that the shot rang through. Then, there was a loud yell as the cornered innkeeper was attacked by two demons.<br/><br/>Lysonna looked around for anyone else in dire trouble, but it seemed the fight was almost over. Only the two demons that were attacking the innkeeper and a handful of others remained. The one who seemed to be the leader had been slain, but another whom had been knocked out, suddenly stood and ran out of the inn as if fearing for his life.<br/><br/>After that, Lysonna dashed around the remnants of the battle with her Elven swiftness. She ran through the door and looked around outside, following the white-haired human. As Lysonna looked for the demon that had run out, she saw an even larger group of demons headed their way.<br/><br/>Without a moment's thought or hesitation, she ran back into the Inn. "If you want to live, we need to find a back door and fast! It seems that there are even more demons in the city, and they're on there way back." The Elf then dashed to the woman on the stairs and pulled out her bow. As she shot down a few of the remaining demons, she asked the girl, "You seem to have been here longer than any of us, do you know of such a way out?"</span><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Ophelia watched as her husband's minions were getting slaughtered by the group and she began to wonder how they had acquired such skills. But as more and more of the men fell, the angrier she became. <br/><br/>"There are reinforcements in the city my darling. The rest of those on the ship should be entering the inn shortly," she said, but it wasn't very clear if she was saying that to reassure him, or herself.</span>