One figure in the farthest reaches of the tea house appears to ignore the commotion, hunched over at one table as if trying to fit her massive frame into the seat provided...in vain, for the table rests on her knees with two legs off the floor.  Because this makes it more difficult for the blushing and giggling tea girl to pour, the giant is instead holding the cup as carefully as she can so that the servant can fill it every so often.  And if the young woman minds the barbarian's other arm around her waist, she gives no sign.  She looks up in alarm as the roughly clad thugs approach, then squeaks as the giant pats her bottom.<br/><br/>"This is where you scream and run away," the blonde rumbles with grim amusement, finishing her cup and gently pushing the table forward before she stands...and stands...finally turning to look down at the approaching assailants with a mixture of open affability and mild annoyance.<br/><br/>"So.  Which pack of jackals are you?  The Bronze Scorpions?  The Nameless Bastards?  The Turtle Eggs...yeah, you look like Turtle Eggs."<br/><br/>One of the thugs, a bald fellow with an impressive mustache, turns an interesting shade of red and starts forward, mouth opening to return the insult.  He meets the chair halfway as she kicks it into him, the impact sending him flying back.  Not even waiting to see how they'll respond, the giant blurs into further motion, delivering another kick to a second thug's chest, sending him flying toward a certain scholar...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sanniang</div><div class="spoiler_body">Comment: Sanniang vs. Mooks TN 4 4/2 split<br/>Result: 3, 3, 4, 1, 5, 2<br/><strong>Yang 4 Yin 1 Chi 3</strong></div></div><br/>(PASS to Muse with one flying mook...)