He looked as she raised her sword towards the soldier, knowing she'd never survive even one hit, holding the weapon like this.<br/><br/>"Pay you say... now you're talking my language, lass". With those words he stepped forward, hand gripping the hilt of his sword above his right shoulder.<br/><br/>"You heard the lady. No patrons allowed back here, so you better get lost", drawing that sword slowy from its scabard. As the soldier swung his own sword towards him, he quickly stepped to the side, thrusting his blade forward at him, trying to catch him in the throat right above his armor.<br/><br/>Through the open door he noticed that one of the soldier had fallen to the blades of the defending patrons, but the other two were just finishing with the last one of them.<br/><br/>((Thats possibly my last post for today, maybe one more, otherwise expect me back in about 8 hours))<br/>