((Trying a new method of writing things out. Does this seem easier to look at, or more difficult? Give me your opinions! ^_^))<br/><br/>The sudden crash through the window, the scream of terror from the poor serving girl, Mirana...the place begins to erupt. Vincent actually grabs a chair, more than ready to bash in the skulls of whomever threatened his bar. The majorty of the other patrons (Little more than commoners and the like) are simply too stunned to do anything right now. Likely, a panic will be erupting very soon, especially if things begin to go badly.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/>(Any others in the main bar area are able to hear, even over the noise)<br/><br/>The one-eyed wolf strolls right up beside the table where the two who, supposedly, had been watching her are seated.<br/><br/>"I want the Half-giant, the Lilliputian, the Kitsune, and the Shifter alive. Kill the rest. Spoils are yours. If any of my band happen to survive, bring them to me."<br/><br/>The baleful glare in his eyes, the sinister undertone in his voice - he was angry, that much was for certain. Grev was being a fool, chasing tail instead of reacting. They'd associate him...and he'd be killed. The small band he'd put together for this particular raid got far, far ahead of themselves. They would die, perhaps. If not by the hand of those in the Inn, then by his own. Insubordination is not something he'd accept - not even from his own band.<br/><br/>**CRASH!!**<br/><br/>The window next to the bar suddenly explodes inwards, a streak of fur rolling through and landing on the ground amidst a shower of broken glass. Like a hawk on a hare, a coyote darts in right behind him, and begins to try and sink her claws into him, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and a hungry sheen over her eyes.<br/><br/>Right now, though...Calia does not exactly have a lot of opportunity to pay attention to the scene by the bar. The two she'd been eyeing suddenly begin to get to their feet, pulling their weapons - and both of them are looking straight at her.<br/><br/>Lesik smirks "...Now. Alive, remember." With that...he kicks open the door, and leaves.<br/><br/>The Wild Elf draws her bow and knocks an arrow as she gets to her feet, aiming it straight at Calia. The arrow begins to glow faintly.<br/><br/>The Sharakeim also gets to his feet, grabbing his sword...and stepping right in front of and to the side of the wild elf.<br/><br/>((Calia won the Initiative, so she is free to act before them. They are also considered 'surprized', though they used the partial action everyone else got to ready themselves (removing flatfooted). Vincent is looking right at the two and will likely come to Calia's aid. He does not look exceptionally tough, though.))<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Ureck&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>The female coyote's claws sink into his armor, the very tips of them tickling against his fur and flesh as she begins to pull him towards her. During that split second, he is looking at his death. Her mouth begins to open wide, more than happy to accept Ureck as an unwilling meal. Time seems to slow. The gentle glisten of her saliva, shining on her ivory canines. The tiny strand of drool that hung from the top of her mouth down to her curling, eager tongue. The inky blackness beyond, where he'd begin his journey down her throat, filling her belly, becoming nothing more than nutrients for the half-starved predator...<br/><br/>Her less-than-pleasant breath washes over his face, the slick feeling of her tongue slides over his chin as she begins to fit her mouth down around his snout...<br/><br/>Then, he snaps out of it - not a meal! Not yet! Jerking his head backwards out of her mouth, he squirms in her grip, causing her to growl softly "Grrr...stop squirming...." Her claws lose their grip, though...and he manages to get a knee tucked up between her body and his own. With a harsh little push, he kicks his way out of her grip, and rolls along the floor to a far safer spot - beneath the table.<br/><br/>((His escape artist is successful. There is no need to roll a second time, though it is a good idea to do so if you fail, to speed the scene along a bit. ^_^ ))<br/><br/><br/>The coyote-girl practically fumes "I'll get you, you li-YIPE!!" She never even really sees the fist flying from out of nowhere.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Sherani and Ureck&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Sherani's fist makes solid contact, and she can feel bone splinter in the coyote-girl's jaw. A soft, strangled yelp of pain escapes her lips as the force of the shifter's blow causes her to stumble right back against the wall.<br/><br/>A small spray of blood - and two or three teeth - fall from the side of her mouth as she opens it back up in a snarl. Her jaw hung a little hap-hazardly, but she still seemed to be in the fight "Y...you whore!" Her voice is strangled, and her words sound more like a whimper that is formed into syllables "My teeth....i...i.."<br/><br/>Suddenly growling in anger, she leaps forwards and takes a swing at Sherani, her short claws swiping in a haymaker-arc right for the shifter's throat "I'LL KILL YOU!!"<br/><br/>Sherani, though...was no spring cub. The overly-wide swing takes far too much time - she could see it coming from a mile away, even though her mad dash had put her at a bit of a defensive bind. The tiger-shifter's incredible instincts and reflexes take over, and she ducks beneath the attack.<br/><br/>(Sheera swing 1d20(2) + 6 = 8. Failure)<br/><br/>The wild swing throws her off balance - she seems totally amazed it had not hit!<br/><br/>"K...KILL HER YOU FOOLS!!"<br/><br/>The Gnoll cackles madly, more than eager to step into the fight. A wild look suddenly enters his eyes, and he - taking only a five foot step - whips the axe off of his back, taking a wide, arching swing with the massive, sharp implement.<br/><br/>(Bolag swing 1d20(16) + 8 = 24. Hit)<br/>(Bolag damage 1d12 (1) + 6 = 7)<br/>(Bolag has entered a rage.)<br/><br/>The mighty axe bites into Sherani's flesh, carving a deep red line along her collarbone, all the way to her shoulder. He seems to be enraged, his blood-thirsty gaze focused intently on the Shifter, his tongue lolling from the side of his mouth, and occasionally running across his lips hungrily "Little peices for you!" He exclaims, lifting his blade for another strike.<br/><br/>The Nekojin takes a single look at the enraged shifter, the force of the blow that had nearly leveled Sheera...and decides to pick on easier prey. They could handle themselves...and if not? Well, more loot for him!<br/><br/>His rapier drawn, he calmly strolls over to the table Ureck had just dove beneath...and kicks it over.<br/><br/>(Strength check 1d20(20) + 1 = 21. Success)<br/><br/>The table upends, revealing the prone collie. Without so much as a word, the Nekojin's lips curl into a devilish little grin...and he silently stabs down at the prone figure of the collie, his mouth open in a silent laugh.<br/><br/>(Keenze swing 1d20 (11) + 7 + 4 prone - 2 table cover = 20. Success)<br/>(Damage 1d6(3) + 1 = 4)<br/><br/>The tip of the thin-bladed weapon peirces right into the Collie's leg as he tries desperately to scramble away from the blow. Luckily, it only manages to peirce muscle and flesh - it avoids the major artery, likely saving Ureck's life.<br/><br/>The Nekojin withdraws his weapon and arches his arm back, preparing to strike again...<br/><br/>((Sherani takes 7 damage))<br/>((Ureck takes 4 damage))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Undol and Spike&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>((Spike cannot use his action to get up AND move. He can get up and prepare to roll over the bar, but he can do nothing else BUT that. On your next round, you are more than welcome to continue your action. ^_^ However, you certainly made it over with your tumble check - the DC is only 10, to avoid any sort of impairment to your movement.))<br/><br/>Spike leaps to his feet at the first sound of the scream..<br/><br/>**CRASH!**<br/><br/>The window at the far end of the bar suddenly bursts inwards, spraying shards of glass across the entire length of the bar. One splashes almost soundlessly into Spike's ale, causing a few tiny droplets of the stronger brew to spatter up onto his face.<br/><br/><br/>The Tiefling at the other end of that longsword smiles a fang-filled smile "Hello, girly. Come to play, mmm..?"<br/><br/>The Leopard swallows one last time, then begins to lick his lips, his attention focused on Undol and the Barmaid. He makes no attempt to interfere with the Tiefling - she had things under control "Mmm...cook was just as delicious as his food. Hehehe..." His stomach gives a muffled<span style="font-weight: bold">*GrrrlllOOOOORRppp!*</span>as it begins to work it's digestive juices onto the cook, already more than eager to set to work digesting the squirming cheetah that had become it's prey. A few muffled cries for help sound from within the Leopard's stomach, but neither Mirana or Undol were really in the position to help the unfortunate cook right now.<br/><br/>"Eh? What is this here?" The Tiefling's gaze locks on Undol, a sudden look of surprize - and hunger - entering her eyes.<br/><br/>"A little snack, it looks like..." replies the Leopard "Maybe you can handle something of his size..." He seems to sneer - apparantly, the Tiefling was not exactly high up on the food chain. Or, had never eaten anything living at all.<br/><br/>She shoots a dirty look at the Leopard, and presses her blade even more firmly against Mirana's throat. A tiny bit of blood trickles down her smooth, tan flesh.<br/><br/>"A little snack, hmm? Well....snacks belong inside stomachs...not out!"<br/><br/>((Touch attack on Undol 1d20(20) + 6. Automatic success.))<br/>((Grapple check 1d20 (13) + 6 = 19. Undol is grappled unless he beats her grapple with an opposed roll. It is VERY apparant - she is not very well suited to being a predator, nor experienced at it.))<br/><br/>"Come here, you!" The Tiefling's hand shoots up, and begins to wrap around Undol, jerking him nearly right off of Mirana's shoulder.<br/><br/>((She does not have improved grapple. Since Undol is in Mirana's space, i'd assume this would at least give her an attack of opportunity. Not sure how i am going to work this out, but for now...that is how it is going to go. However, the point is mute, as she is still in her surprise round))<br/><br/>"UNDOL!! NO!" Mirana shrieks, trying to grab him before the tiefling manages to get her hands wrapped fully around him, despite the blade that is pressed against her tender and oh-so-vulnerable neck.<br/><br/>The Leopard just grins, watching...and pats his full, squirming stomach.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Glorrbblll*</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt; Lilium &gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>"Y..your lips, Miss Mae? Taste upon your tongue? I..." He turns back, swallowing "I...do believe my friend can go on without me. I must join him soon, but your very presence has me enthralled, at the moment. I'd very much love to sit over a few drinks with you, If you will allow me the pleasure of your beautiful presence."<br/><br/>Rak's fur bristles the slightest bit at this comment, though when Lilium's eyes meet his own, he seems to calm down - at least slightly. Her words, however, have the exact effect she though they would.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Eat him?" </span>Comes the surprized response. Suddenly, Rak's tail begins to flick back and forth, his entire demeanor changing at the push of a button.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well, that *DOES* sound like a plan. No...nono. I say keep talking with the honey-lipped fop. Maybe the rest of him will taste as sugar-coated as his lips." </span>The snideness in Rak's comment was clear - he LOVED the idea of this male being devoured.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Shrinking him for me? Ooohhh....Mm....yes. His fur does look quite pristine, and the scent...oh, so wonderful. It's like he smeared spices all over himself. Grrf...smells quite inviting. Mmm..."</span>Lilium's little teases certainly boosts Rak's spirit. The evil little look in his eye is replaced by one of total hunger - focused right on the fox that had earned his Ire.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I want to eat him. Or, at least watch while you do. Either or! Just...grrf. Let's do it. Grrf...the feeling of him inside is just going to...ohhh...i'm going to love his pleads, and i...Grrfff...!!"</span>He werfs excitedly in Lilium's head, his body practically quivering in excitement.<br/><br/>Kenor catches the hungry look in the fox's eyes... "M...Miss Mae? I think your companion is rather hung-"<br/><br/>**CRASH!!**<br/><br/>The coupled scream and window breaking inwards sets both Kenor and Rak's fur standing on end. Neither respond to it quite so calmly as Lilium. Rak is instantly up on his feet, his fur bristled, his lips pulled back in a vicious little snarl, revealing his ivory-white canines.<br/><br/>Kenor...or Grev...is at a loss. No. Nono...this cannot be happening!! It is happening FAR too soon!<br/><br/>His worried gaze find's Lilium's eyes...then flicks towards the door, where Lesik was just now leaving. He'd LEFT him!! Lesik left him alone, by himself....in a bar full of unfamiliar people. They didn't know the abilities of any of them. Could only guess. The signal had never been given - both Grev and Lesik were supposed to be safely away before the fighting started.<br/><br/>Things had simply gone wrong, and quickly.<br/><br/>The intelligent lupine's brain clicks into overdrive, pouring through the dozens of possibilities. Run? Possibly have attention drawn to him, and get caught. The window was blocked. Lilium's gaze was focused on him. Would she suspect he had something to do with this? No, she wouldn't, she had no reason. Did she?<br/><br/>Sheera burst in - he knew her. One of Lesik's band...a little too easily over-excited. She'd call his name, give him away, beg him for help. If things went sour...he might be the only one left, in the bar full of what could possibly turn out to be efficient fighters, and doubly as efficient predators. Despite how much he enjoyed devouring a nice, living, squirming meal...he had no desire to become one, himself.<br/><br/>Finally, the wheels grind to a halt, on the only option he really had at the moment. Or, at least, the only one he could think of in the split-second he was given.<br/>Lesik had abandoned him. If things went wrong...he was on his own. The only thing left...was to try and bluff his way into dis-association. Sweat beaded his brow - god, he hoped things ended up working out well for 'his side'. Yet, he had no intention of lending a hand, one way or the other. Still...he could play the part. He even found a part of him wanted to play the part - protecting his prospective companion.<br/><br/>He jerks to his feet, drawing his weapon - and extends an arm, placing it across Lilium's chest, as if to prevent her from advancing "Please, Miss Mae. Fear not. I'll protect you from these vagabonds with my very life." Silently, he prayed - noone draw attention to him. Please...<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Bolog - Condition :<span style="color: #008000"> Good</span>- AC (Rage) : 17<br/>Keenze - Condition :<span style="color: #008000">Good</span>- AC : 16<br/>Sheera - Condition :<span style="color: #FF0000">Badly Injured</span>AC : 18 ( +2 for merciless )<br/><br/>Wild Elf - Condition :<span style="color: #00FF00">Perfect</span>AC : 17<br/>Sherakeim - Condition :<span style="color: #00FF00"> Perfect</span>AC : 20<br/><br/>Tiefling  - Condition :<span style="color: #00FF00">Perfect</span>AC : 15<br/>Leopardfolk - Condition :<span style="color: #00FF00">Perfect</span>AC : 19<br/><br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ureck - Condition :<span style="color: #008000">Good</span><br/>Lilium - Condition :<span style="color: #00FF00">Perfect</span><br/>Undol - Condition :<span style="color: #00FF00">Perfect</span><br/>Calia - Condition :<span style="color: #00FF00">Perfect</span><br/>Sherani - Condition :<span style="color: #00BF00">Good</span><br/>Spike - Condition :<span style="color: #00FF00">Perfect</span>