<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jo'Shaar Zahir<br/><strong>Location:</strong>White Run; Bannered Mare<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Lucretia<br/><br/>The sight of additional Nords making their way closer bruoght a small frown on Jo'Shaar's face, this was not going to be a fun situation to deal with he thought silently. Then the Imperial woman spoke up to try and calm the situation down. Amusing, he thought to himself, that their situations from the beginning were so reversed now with her trying to calm down the situation he caused, when it began the other way around. Though the disrespectful shout to try and shut her up certainly made him growl again. These folks were not the sort of folks he would have to be guilty about pummeling, he thought to himself briefly.<br/><br/>The Nord before him threw a punch almost hitting Jo'Shaar in the jaw but the Khajiit had been expecting it and slipped his head to the side, throwing a punch in return, a straight out strike hitting the Nord in the cheek, though the man looked little more than annoyed by this. Probably too drunk to feel the pain yet, Jo'Shaar reasoned briefly. Just then the melee had broken out with Lucretia and the other men, and her shout brought him out of his thoughts.<br/><br/><strong>"This one witness the first talker trying to pull woman by the arm with him. Jo'Shaar called for guards, the Nord ran. This Khajiit thinks these men want to beat his stuffings out for interfering."</strong>He tried to lean away from a new swing, but the punch hit him in the shoulder. Better that rather than a hit to his head but he wasn't pleased to see the Nord could put up a fight even that far into the bottles.<strong>"You mangy rug, you got no idea of nord courtship!"</strong><br/><br/>The Nord's shout brought a few glances from nearby folks, but Jo'Shaar took a step closer swiftly and struck up a fast, harsh swing, an uppercut that had the whole Khajiit's body leading to it, beginning from the step and pushing with the legs, the tail, the body swinging and the arm hitting like a hammer, catching the nord in the jaw. Slamming the man back a bit of way the Khajiit growled and then turned to look at Lucretia and her side of trouble. She was facing more foes alone, he had to admit that was pretty impressive.<br/><br/>Turning to glance at the downed nord, the Khajiit hissed a brief reply loud enough for everyone to hear.<strong>"Jo'Shaar never hear woman saying 'no' a lot being part of any <em>courtship.</em>"</strong>His voice carried a tone of disgust at the man now, undisguised contempt for how the man had been behaving, but turning to look at a thug standing to face Lucretia to no doubt attack her while she was being held, the Khajiit reached both hands forth to grab the man by his suit's collar, and sidestepped pushing his foot to the side, yanking the man to trip back over his foot and land with a loud slam.<br/><br/>By then Lucretia looked to have escaped the hold of the guy that had been trying to hold onto her. Smile on his face Jo'Shaar leaned ahead offering his hand to pull her up while casting a glance at the man that had tried to hold onto her earlier, ready to claw at him.<strong>"Jo'Shaar thinks that is enough though?"</strong>As he was leaned ahead though one of the earlier floored Nords swung a large bottle down breaking it on the Khajiit's head, causing the lad to collapse to the floor, ears twitching. Jo'Shaar felt like he would after a rowdy night, but without the fun of getting there.