The halfling's size did not help him in his time of need, and despite how his fury may have made him fly into a frenzy, taking Michael's magically enhanced fist to the chest knocked the short one into the bar, tumbling over the top of it and falling unceremoniously behind it. It seemed that he had no plans to get back up.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Uwa delivered another kick to the man she fought against; he had started to climb back to his feet, but she would have none of it. Her foot met the side of his face, and he decided that the floorboards were a better place to be than trying to fight her more. Both she and Claramond saw Gia's plight at the same time, and so Uwa went to aid their friend. The elf was too busy having another go at kicking Gia to notice Uwa behind him until she belted out a loud "<i>Katanóisi tis astrapís!</i>" and grabbed him by the throat when he turned. White sparks of electricity danced all over his body as he made an agonized bellow. When the spell was done, there were burn marks on his neck shaped like Uwa's hand, and he fell to the floor awkwardly. It looked like she had almost killed him, which was not far from the truth. Thankfully, for everyone involved, he had only been incapacitated. Her hand, now free of the elf's neck, was offered to Gia to help her up; it was still hot and smelled of ozone by the time she took hold of it.<br/><br/>The half-orc fellow from earlier had, despite all the ruckus, managed to keep his cool and enjoy his meal as the others fought. It was a test on his patience, but he persevered.<br/><br/>That is, until Elyan pushed Claramond into his table, spilling some of his delicious beef stew on the wooden surface. He made a deep sigh through his nose, brow furrowed, and then stood up. Taking the wooden bowl in one hand, cupping it from the bottom, he flung it into Elyan's unsuspecting face, splashing stew that was still almost scalding-hot all over his already wounded noggin. Elyan wailed for a bit, which was just enough for Claramond to kick him in the stomach, bending him over. Wrapping one arm around his neck and the other around his waist, Claramond kicked her own feet out from under herself, dropping his entire weight on his head as the both of them fell to the floor. Blood oozed from a deep gash in his forehead, and he did not move, but he was still breathing.<br/><br/>The paladin stood, made eye contact with the half-orc... and then laughed. A mere second or two passed, and the two of them were soon matching each other in mirth, the half-orc making guffaws loud enough to rock a man's ears. The fight was over, and the rest of the tenants cheered while their opponents were carried out of the inn and taken to the stables to rest; the local healer would see to it that they did not die, at least.<br/><br/>The joyous innkeeper, named Phineas, clapped his hands at the victorious adventurers. "Well done!" he said, making sure to shake the hands of those who taught the hooligans their lesson. "As I promised, you all have free room and board here for a week, and for tonight, dinner is on the house. Feel free to dine on what you like, just ask and you shall receive."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>