It felt strange, given all the chaos the Singing Donkey had fallen under moments before, but Ureck found himself with no one else to fight. From a brief glimpse around the tavern, it seemed each of the respective battles had already come to a close. The Gnoll lay in a bleeding battered heap. The Nekojin seemed to have fled the scene. Across the bar, the half-giant had gotten the two at the entrance under control. Through the window in the kitchen door, the leopard was in the orc's firm grasp and the tiefling had vanished, although he couldn't quite see where she had gotten to. The only thing now interrupting the calm was the struggling coyotegirl he had just backstabbed seconds ago (Sheera, he believed her name was), now trapped in a headlock by the shifter. And, from what he could tell, that wasn't the best position she could be in.<br/><br/>If he let things progress as they did, he probably wouldn't be seeing her for much longer. He would see her pleas soon stifled by the shifter's maw, words soon to be lost in the inky blackness beyond her tongue. Her struggles would slowly be restricted by the eager throat, pulling her slowly past the shifter's large white fangs as they dragged her to her end. Before long, she would only be able to kick with her legs as she is overcome by the warmth, the wetness, the dark, readily claiming her as their own. He would see the tips of her toes and tail one last time through the frame of the shifter's mouth before they too would join the rest of her in the tight confines, probably never to feel the night's chill ever again. He would watch this, and he would do nothing...<br/><br/>...Alas, Ureck was no sadist. He still bore some degree of honor, some belief that everyone deserved some chance to redeem themselves. Perhaps it was a flaw in his character, but it was what Maria would have wanted him to do. He'd give Sheera her chance, and if she didn't take it... well, it would be one of the few moments when he could watch a predator in action and not feel sorry.<br/><br/>Trotting slowly behind the coyote, Ureck gently placed his blade against the back of her neck, pushing down slightly but not enough to break her skin. "Funny how quickly the tables can turn, huh?" he whispered into her ear. "If only you had known what people like you had done to my life, if only you had known how people like you had taken all that I held most dear, then maybe you would have thought twice. But you didn't know, and for that I'll give you a second chance. You're no common street thug. The raid was too organized for that. If some new operation is taking shape in town, I'd love to know about it. Show me the bigger picture, and I might try to convince this young lady here to let you go."