Arvahn watched as Ailya kissed one of the men, their leader he supposed, and the man fell unconcious. He tried not to laugh but, he couldn't help it and so chuckled quietly to himself. He looked over to Isa and winked with a grin on his face.<br/><br/>Arvahn got up off the floor and dusted himself off calmly "That was quite rude, now it's my turn". Arvahn cracked his knuckles and walked calmly forward, one of the men shot passed Ailya and ran for Arvahn, hands grasping for a choke hold. Arvahn grinned and simply pressed his foot to the man's right upper leg as he put all his weight on it and shoved it backwards. The man's balance suddenly gone due to Arvahns well places kick, the man didn't even have time to flounder before his head cracked against the floor...hard.<br/><br/>"Please..is that all you've got? Save yourself some healer bills and leave before we're forced to teach you a lesson in manners" Arvahn said confidence in himself and in friends radiating in his tone, there was no overconfidence there. It was the tone of someone that knew exactly what he could do and knew exactly what he couldn't. The man on the floor groaned as his brain fought to stay awake, but eventually he slipped into unconciousness, the alchohol and the sudden smack to head blending to force his body to sleep.<br/>Arvahn looked to the rest, the facts of what had happened in seconds slowly sinking in. The three remaining men snarled and Arvahn knew this was going to be fun. It was always humorous to fight drunks in his opinion.