<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, onwards; into the brawl!</div><br/>He had been close to yelling for his brother, but decided against it. He didn’t really want to cock-block him, even if he didn’t know that term. And, when some or the other much too drunk son of a bitch decided the white haired male to be an easy target despite him flipping a dagger form one hand to another, he didn’t even have the time left for this, either.<br/><br/>Loosing eye on whom had started this, he now danced with a guy he’d not let between his sheets if he was the last man on earth. Though the man was bulky in muscle and fat and most definitely strong, Ta’er was quick on his feet and seemed to be everywhere the man was not, diving under an arm, jumping over a leg and pushing his dagger hilt-deep into a side that he could reach, only pulling back after a twist.<br/>Someone else was coming from him, but he slid under a table and came up at the other side, eyes everywhere to spot who the fuck was going after his life next.<br/><br/>He cursed, most foul and most untranslatable as he did so in his birth-language, when a sword slid over the back of his hand. He almost lost track of his dagger.<br/>Quickly, he pulled the other and rained down death and destruction in a hurricane of swift moves and seemingly easy evasions.<br/>Maybe he did need his brother. Maybe. For now, he was having quite a good time. Gods only knew how long he’d stay up, of course, but that he couldn’t worry about.<br/>Screaming a near battle like cry he rammed both daggers in yet another opponent, slowly getting covered in a fine layer of blood.