Kelortian is swung down the steps he hits the wall with a thump and steps are heard shortly after, standing up he tried to scatter. But sadly for him luck wasn't on his side, he was picked up by the back of his shirt and hauled into another wooden wall. His arm hung akimbo by his side and he looked pretty bruised up, this time while getting up he started to chant. A blaze of fire appeared in his hands but once again, he was too late. Being picked up his face was bashed by a brutal Tauren. Now letting out cries and screams for helps he looks at the two near the bar tend. "H-help! P-please!" He said this with a gutter-y voice, he'd been speaking on blood and nothing more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>