<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Yfan Bravni<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Trainee<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Ishara, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>A Narrow Dark Hallway Adjoining A Crowded Pub<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Violence<br/><hr/><br/>The blonde hair served to attract Yfan's gaze. It was surprise that she was not at the center of the rowdiest group of rowdies, but the mug in her hand explained why. His eyes fell to the men at her back, and for a moment he was prepared to find some place unobtrusive to wait for her to return - Yfan assumed she had found companions that better suited her taste. But the man noted the proximity of one of the Shienarians and the angle one of his arms was positioned. It could easily be something consistent with Ishara's flirtatious nature and a man taking liberties based on the assumption that a flirt wanted a man's immediate, physical attention. There was a second Shienarian escorting Ishara and neither men wore expressions of lust or alcohol-fueled exuberance. It was the right angle to hold a weapon - probably a small blade - to Ishara's side.<br/><br/>Yfan pursed his lips as the two men led Ishara out to a side door. Ishara's face did not tell the story of a tryst with two men. So the tall trainee moved through the crowd, and this time he gave no mind to who he shoved or knocked over. His shoulder bumped into a rough fellow who turned and cursed, his ale spilled on the floor.<br/><br/>"You whoreson-" The man began, voiced booming, but Yfan's hand lanced out and struck him in the temple. The man fell to the ground in a limp heap before he could elaborate on the insult. For his part, Yfan continued onwards, failing to spare the fallen man or his shocked friends a glance.<br/><br/>Perhaps the Creator was not so cruel and indifferent, for the fellow's friends decided to gather up their friend and carry him out to be tended to, rather than jumping onto Yfan's broad back to exact revenge.<br/><br/>Yfan made it to the doorway, and leaned against the doorway, out of view. He tuned out the raucous noise of the pub and focused on the hallway. If he heard sounds of passion then he would turn away and there would be no harm or foul. But he did not hear those noises at all. He caught bits of speech, and particularly the phrase 'alive or not.' It was enough to steel Yfan to a course of action.<br/><br/>The trainee surrendered his body to the instincts honed through his training and combat and to his senses. His thoughts, his conscious mind flew far away so that such things did not interfere with action. This was the illusion of elsewhere. As Yfan entered the hallway, his thoughts were very far indeed even as his eyes took in the hallway, the three men, and the disrobed Ishara. The men engaged in disrobing Ishara were taking advantage of that, and it allowed Yfan precious moments of advantage to close distance with the two men.<br/><br/>Unarmed and in such a narrow space, he was at a disadvantage. He could not make fullest use of his long limbs to give him the benefit of reach over the stocky Shienarians. But they too were at a disadvantage: in the narrow confines, they could not flank Yfan or bring their numbers to bear against him.<br/><br/>The first Shienarian had his dagger up in time to slash at Yfan even as the Kandori man's fist struck him in the jaw. The blow was well-struck and the Shienarian man's jaw broke in two places and he fell to the ground, spitting blood and teeth. The dagger cut a line in Yfan's tunic and shallowly cut his skin before the Shienarian lost his grip on his weapon and it fell to the ground, for the moment forgotten. The second Shienarian threw Ishara roughly into the plump grocer to be restrained while he faced Yfan.<br/><br/>The second Shienarian performed a classic feint that Yfan read easily, dodging as best he could without putting himself completely out of range to answer. The narrowness of the hallway and his own breadth of chest still saw Yfan cut across chest and shoulder, but the exchange put him close enough to get the Shienarian in an arm lock that neutralized the dagger. The Shienarian sought to flow free from Yfan's iron-like grasp, but it was insufficient. Yfan soon twisted and wrenched, and the Shienarian screamed in pain as his shoulder was violently dislocated and the dagger-wielding arm rendered useless. A second dagger clattered to the ground, and Yfan used his hold to swing the Shienarian under his control onto his back. Yfan went down with him. As Yfan went down, he directed his considerable weight onto his knee, and directed that knee onto the throat of the Shienarian. It crushed the Shienarian's windpipe with a sickening, brutal sound.