Jenn watched as the brawl quickly took over a majority of the bar. She blocked a few punches intended for her, and brought her foot up into the groin of the dirty man in a hat. "That's for being a disgusting piece of<em>go sa</em>!" Jenn yelled. The man's hands fell to his crotch as he doubled over in pain.<br/><br/>Jenn dismissed him and turned her attention elsewhere. She was pleased to see that Xev had no problem pulling Kiew through the bar towards the door. Jenn grabbed a stool that was being swung at her head, using it to push the man on the other side into a guy behind him, and wrestled the stool out of his hands. Someone's arms wrapped around her, and the sour stench of alcohol-laced breath wafted to her nostrils. She twisted around to see the toothless grin of her drunken captor. Without letting go of the stool, she elbowed the man at the upper right side of his ribs, hitting a pressure point, causing him to immediately drop his hands. She turned around and shoved a leg of the stool in his gut. He stumbled backwards, breathless. She threw her stool at a group of flying fists, only to provoke them even moreso.<br/><br/>Through the ruckus, Jenn heard the booming voice of her captain calling for her. She shoved people aside as she made her way towards the door, stopping once to pick up a familiar looking, delicate parasol. A group of its spokes pointed in a different decoration from all the rest, sporting a clearly marked grey shoe print.<br/><br/>Jenn finally made her way outside, seeing the captain a short ways away, the beautiful companion next to him was struggling to free herself from his grip. Jenn scrambled to catch up with them and handed the parasol to the companion. "I think you might've dropped something. I'm sorry to say it ain't so pretty anymore, though," Jenn laughed.