Gears frowned a little and shook his head.<span style="color: #99ccff">"i doubt she can get through my personal shield generator."</span>he looked behind him but as he realized he was looking at a kneecap his eyes slowly traveled upwards and he paled.<span style="color: #99ccff">"now i know what a Gnome feels like..."</span>he jumped out of his chair and ran around the table as two different techno guns appeared in his hands pointed up at Selma's tits.<span style="color: #99ccff">"he wasnt <i>my</i> LIch King, and he massacred my species, where do you think he got his army?"</span>Alkas looked up at Selma just as the rest of the bar realized she was there and a few weapons appeared but the bartender spoke first. "calm down ya fools, if she wants a drink she came ta the right place, if she wants a fight she will be carried out." The'kal would smell the fear coming off Gears but Alkas was only curious. "your alot bigger then i thought you would be." the entire focus of the bar remained on Selma as did a few weapons but the waitor came over with an empty keg and sat in on end next to the table. "this be the only thing we got big enough fer you ta sit on ifn ya want."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>