O’Malley’s: Gundam Fighter’s welcome (Bar thread) Round 3

[SNT1]

--Neo England-- (Gotta make her shine now)

"Well, deputy, aren't you going to do anything about this?" Adrianne asks, standing up.

The two women were probably too lost in the moment watching the fight, along with the rest of the people in the bar.

Until she of course sees the assailant...going after her? The man uses the wooden table, and hurls it at her!

Adrianne tries to straighten up quickly, moves Jo slightly away from the center of the direction of the table, and unloads a dart straight at the table with amazing force, causing it to shatter into smaller shards.

"it's two-on-one now, bitch!" Adrianne lashes at the attacker.

[Recon 5]

Another Fighter!

The thought flashed through Tao's mind even as one of his intended victims shattered the tabletop with a single well- placed dart. He could probably deal with both her and Ning, as well as his other intended victim, whom he now had to assume was also a fighter. However, a protracted brawl might unmask him if he got careless and he was not eager to reveal his identity before he fought the usurper.

Cursing his luck, he decided to retreat.

Incredibly, the dart thrown by Adrianne had enough force to continue its flight after breaching the table. It was heading straight for Tao's forehead.

Time to create a diversion

With one smooth move he spun himself, snatching Adrianne's dart out of the air with one hand and grabbing one of largest of the still- airborne pieces of table with the other. Splinters dug into his hand as the wood began to crack under the force of his grip but he ignored the pain. Using his built- up momentum he hurled the dart back at Adrianne, not intending to hit her but merely to keep her from actually coming after him, and sent the wood flying towards Ning a moment later, also to discourage pursuit.

Then, he dashed for the door, vowing yet again to make his next attempt count...

[Ziryab]

Ning picked her face from off the bar's hardwood counter. Her eyes slowly widened at the slab of broken table to the left of her, forcefully lodged into the barroom wall between shattered glasses.

From her lips came a Keanu Reeves-esque "Woah..."

"wait," Ning slowly, mentally recovered. Her eyes still locked upon the embedded slab a wood a little bit longer. She decided not to think about whether it would have impaled or face or even beheaded her if it had ever connected.

"Stop him," she said louder as she scrabbled across the counter onto her feet. Her assailant already out the door with a more than generous headstart by the time her feet were on the barroom floor.