A yelp of pain escaped Ureck's mouth as he felt the cold steel bite into his leg. Fortunately, little else seemed to come of the attack and, with teeth grated and one eye squeezed shut in a wince, the collie deftly hopped back to his feet and shifted his weight onto his uninjured leg. From the split-second he listened to the activity behind him, he could tell the other patrons were finally swinging into action, hardening in his mind that he now had to do the same. Seeing the bitter smirk upon the Nekojin's face, Ureck sensed his opportunity to prove that he had claws.<br/><br/>(Quick Draw; going for Hidden Blade)<br/>(Sleight of Hand check: 1d20(18) + 9 + 3 + 2 - 2 = 30)<br/>(Attack check w/ Weapon Finesse: 1d20(15) + 4 + 3 = 22; I think it succeeds...)<br/>(Damage: 1d4(1) - 2 = -1; rounds up to 1)<br/>(If Hidden Blade worked: Additional Sneak Attack Damage: 3d6(5, 6, 1) = 12)<br/><br/>An observer (if all of them weren't frightened out of their minds right now) might have thought some bizarre spell had abruptly overcome Ureck. With a sudden strange calmness, the collie's eyes glazed over as he readied his assault, semi-conscious of the chill against his hand as he reached for his well-concealed switchblade. Without blinking, the shiny silvery knife was flicked out and, with a twist of the wrist, brought up to eye level. Then, with a swift lunge, Ureck unbroken focus directed his actions as he moved to sink the blade into the ugly curr's throat. All in the span of a silent heartbeat.<br/><br/>"Try swallowing this, you son of a bitch..."<br/><br/>((Edit! Kitts, about the new post style, I like it because it shows what happens chronologically from everyone's point of view, but it also looks like its a bit time-consuming than the usual. I'm okay with either style, especially if you ever have a time crunch!))