> "You think that you can take all of us before your friends die or you?"
>
> With that the Bartender came around from the bar. As he did so, the weapon that he
> was packing- a disruptor or sorts- became visible.
(*snip*)
> "It does not look good for you, human. Not good at all. Perhaps you should
> take my deal... Leave now and we will not kill you in most fantastic ways." he
> continued, thinking with his gland not his head.
>
> All the while Carrhae managed to get ahold of the knife in her boot. In the time
> that had passed her control of her limbs- while still not 100% - had improved to
> the point where she was decidedly more confident.
As the bartender passed, t'Llhweiir rolled, catching him on the back of
the legs.
(reaction?)
She drew the knife as she followed through her roll to come up on her
knees and readied herself to spring forward to land upon the bartender.
> Matt sighed. "I wasn't bluffing," he told them. "I did warn you about that, so
> I'll have no regrets. And yes, i could take all of you. I have, upon occasion,
> taken as many as ten assailants at once." He'd worked with both Carrhae and Cax'Pa
> enough that they should pick up on the ten. "Your thugs just don't worry me, I'm
> sorry," he said. He accented the thugs, to give them the start for their count to
> ten. "So, one more time: Back up, or die." That got him to the count of five.
The dog barked once and growled menacingly at the thugs to her left.
Suddenly the big dog looked like it could kill them all with little
effort.
On one, reality shifted again, and suddenly a Nausican (sp?) loomed over
them, a wicked blade in his huge hands. With a contempuous gesture, he
invited them to attack.
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