Emile was already scheming in his head about how he could take advantage of this situation. He just needed to keep her talking long enough to come up with a plan, but before he could question her any further he heard a loud crash and shouting from behind. On reflex he glanced back to see what the ruckus was about and his eyes about popped out of his damned head.<br/><br/>Duncan had thrown up a table, spilling alcohol all across the floor. He was suddenly locked in a fistfight with a slightly larger individual who looked like he was a regular around there. Both were smashed and lobbing their gangly limbs everywhere. Niall stood in the back, cheering for Duncan and shooting insults at the other assailant.<br/><br/>"Oh no." Emile said, hesitating to get involved. The English bloke managed to get Duncan onto another table and was choking him. In a panic, Niall grabbed a lantern off the wall and smashed it over the man's head. Oil was cast everywhere, and it mixed with the alcohol. This created a burgeoning flame that set the Englishman ablaze. He jumped away, howling in pain, and began flailing his flaming arms, spreading the fire in every direction. Niall grabbed Duncan off the table began dragging him away, but Allegra came to the rescue and threw the Scotsman over her shoulder. As the fire climbed the walls, the whole bar became filled with smoke and the door crowded with evacuating men and women. Ivan was nowhere to be seen.<br/><br/>"We should go." Emile suggested to Anna urgently.