Lotte couldn't help the scream that came tearing out of her throat as the man who'd come up on stage popped what looked like knives out of his hand and sliced them through the pole she'd been dancing against earlier as it if was made of warm butter. But that was nothing to when the fighting really broke out, spreading from both sides of the bar as patrons fought and screamed and tried to get away or get in. It was one big clusterfuck in her mind. In the mess she completely lost track of Laura as she got shoved to her knees and all but trampled by one of the patrons. She did get kicked not once, but twice, the second one knocking the wind out of her.
All she wanted was to stay down and not be a target for the rampaging mass of bodies that was growing and moving, but she knew staying on the floor where she was would be all but guaranteed to get her hurt even worse. Maybe even killed. This was the sort of brawl where it was easy to get trampled. Tragic, but the simple fact.
Wincing, she rolled to her knees, doing her best to try and crawl to the back of the stage. She wanted to stand, but her side hurt to much. She pressed her hand against it, but that only made it worse. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. That wasn't a good sign. As the bodies started moving in her direction, she tried to move faster, but instead of helping, it only made the pain more acute.
One of the patrons saw her moving and reached for her, grabbing her by her hair and dragging her towards him making her scream although there was no way she would be heard over the noise. Not that there would be anyone to help her, even if they did hear here. Between what was becoming an all out brawl and the increasing blood spattering the floor, she figured even those tasked with protecting the dancers were already doing everything they could to curb the mayhem.