“I think you have the right idea, Swordlady.”, Aurin replied with a smirk towards her as he watched the man that she hit stumble backwards. The tall and fellow held his nose as he caught his heel on a loose board and tumbled over backwards.
Taking his glass he copied her motion, tossing down the whiskey before hammering the glass down next to hers. “We can discuss specifics on the road.”, he added as he drew in a hissing breath though his teeth after that drink burned down his throat like molten led. One hand reached down to grasp his sword as he surged to his feet. “And its definitely offers. We can discuss them both later, once we get out of this madhouse.”
He turned just in time to catch a fist that cracked across his jaw that swung him half around again. One gauntleted hand reached up to rub on his jaw as he eyed the smaller man in front of himself that was now realizing that this might not have been the best of ideas. Shaking his head to clear the haze of the blow from his mind the Templar fixed the man with a dangerously amused glare.
“Nice hook,” Aurin commented, in a slow tone of voice.
“Thanks?” Replied the man, one of the group of loudmouths in the corner. He sneered towards the Templar as he drew back a hand to punch again, the man deciding that offence was better than defense.
“My turn.”, the Templar’s words accompanied a quick jab with his armored fist that took the now surprised looking mercenary in the throat as he staggered backwards and away from Aurin. A second punch was thrown a moment afterwards, aiming low and towards the man’s stomach to cause a gust of fetid breath to explode out of him as he stumbled back into the crowd.
“I’d have had him out the window, but I did tell Kroth I’d do my best not to break anything tonight. Shall we then?”, he directed the question towards Imenry as he turned his attention and his steps towards the door.