Bronwen had the same idea; though a full moon she had some intelligence in tactics. She nodded trying to avoid the various scuffles going on, though it was hard not to rip some of these bastards to shreds. The ones that were looking for weak targets to be precise.<br/><br/>However was aware that the police would not be long in coming, and in fact may well have been called on the way just to create yet more trouble for the group.<br/><br/>Alan also appeared to have this thought and he too was searching for those that were in charge, as well as making sure his daughter did not join in the general brawl.<br/><br/>“You know the pigs will be on the way soon? We need to do this fast…or as fast as possible.” The other worry was that the real ‘leaders were likely in some nice café drinking tea or with their mistress in some hotel room.<br/><br/>There were however a few that appeared to be hanging back and watching on, in various directions. “So shall we toss a coin for which ones?” Bron grinned as another would be attacker was sent away with a snarl.<br/><br/>Tilting her head, a frown passed over her face, “Can you hear them?” Indeed there were sirens.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The thug turned his head and moved slightly thus did not get the glass full force but he certainly felt it, as he let out a sound of pain and there was some blood, however Whitney was struck by another man, who also gave the woman a good kick. The geist managed easily with the blow as the man wanted to prove his masculinity by attacking two targets. So though it hurt it did not knock him to the ground.<br/><br/>Likely questioning their sexuality may not have been the best idea. “Fuck off nigger…” The bleeding man growled, obviously he had always done very well on the school debate team with his oh so eloquent turn of phrase, though at least he did not punch Whitney he did spit blood in his face.<br/><br/>At present the dog was pulling at the table leg and growling, but remained firmly tied for now, though with the look of it for not too much longer.<br/><br/><br/>For now Betty was able to keep herself under control though it was not easy, the scene around her and the lack of control of the present situation was certainly somewhat difficult. She was for the most able to get through the crowds relatively quickly. Her dexterity and her seemingly forceful attitude helped. Though Betty was treated to some rather unpleasant racist comments.<br/><br/>Nothing too troublesome happened well at least not until she found Cath’s kids. The voice that Betty allowed to erupt from her mouth would normally have frightened anyone, however though the man that was holding Daisy was indeed afraid of this woman whose eyes had an almost luminescent quality to them, he could not show it. Certainly not in front of those around him, she was a woman and black and he was drunk enough to be foolish. Thus he continued to roughly keep hold of the girl as he spat at Betty calling her a nigger bitch. Though for now he was perturbed about hitting her, perhaps one of the braver members of the group might.<br/><br/>Jack did stop for a moment, but when Betty was ‘abused’ he thought he should continue especially as one of his dogs was kicked. The small figure of Lucy hid behind Betty, clinging to the bastet’s clothes and muttering into her pocket, she was afraid it seemed, as was Daisy.<br/><br/>Oh it was not just the ethic minorities that were finding the proverbial boot, anyone that might or looked like they might enjoy the pleasure of a same sex relationship found themselves targets too. Well as well as most of the other folks that looked ‘different.’<br/><br/>Alice was dancing happily (though with a little slight of hand she slipped what would pass for cannabis or ‘pills’ into a few pockets,) after all she was aware the police were on their way.<br/><br/><br/>In the distance very few could hear the sirens but they were coming.<br/><br/><br/><br/>