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"Now, I'd listen to the man." Yuri said to the dwarf, referencing Darien. The Dwarf's ruddy face puckered, before a rumbling laughter eminated from his belly. "Bah, ye think ye be the onl'a one who knows how to use a blade? Gigalag here was once a manhunter." He hooked a thumb back to the eyepatched elf who had just flipped a table of couple in order to gain a clear path to Darien, who had unsheathed his sword. "He never lost a mark, no he didn't. Me? I'd be a dwarven berserker. I'd killed entire villages jus' cause I lost me temper. Ye don't want me temper to be lost do ye? And I believe yer little Srow friend recognizes our archer friend." The dwarf said plainly.

"And that big man be Levin," The dwarf said, pointing a chin towards the rather large human male, who had his greatsword laying across his shoulders with one hand and the other clutching a berlap sack relieving the patron's of their valuables. Then he kicked an older man in the abdomen while he was taking to long unclasping a golden watch. This caused Yuri's brow to furrow and glare back at the Dwarf. "And I be Grif Stonearm."

Yuri rubbed his eyes and leaned forward in his seat, and placing his elbows on the table. "Can't never have a calm day." He muttered. The dwarf responded by lifting his axe in the air and crashing it down through Yuri's table, splintering it. Yuri fell forward slightly, as the table was holding a bit of his weight, but he caught his balance almost immediately. Anjali whimpered behind Yuri and clutched even tighter. Yuri shook his head and sighed once more before touching Anjali's arm gingerly. "Alright love, listen carefully. Make your way to Jacky, alright? She'll protect you, yeah?" He said in a comforting tone. Anjali nodded scared and clutched a bit tighter before running towards Jacky.

As she ran, the Dwarf reached out with a grubby hand in order to grab her, but with trained speed, Yuri's hand intercepted his. "No mate." Yuri said simply. The Dwarf's face lit up in anger.

Gigalag the elf stood poised to strike at Darien and had sunk into a low stance, one that screamed of elven warriors. Levin the human heard the commotion between the dwarf and Yuri and pushed away a woman who he was stealing jewelry from harshly and turned to face them. "What?" Levin said slowly before slinging the blade off of his shoulders and turned to face the ones who opposed them. Grif slapped away Yuri's arm and took a step backwards. "Alright, it be seeming that this fools be believin' that they can take us. Let's take them out and get on with our gatherin'." Grif said before grabbing a chair and chucking it at Yuri.

Gigalag snorted, and looked at Darien, "Well, let's dance, shall we?" Gigalag said in the refined dialect of the elves, before sliding a chair with his foot from the side to the front of him, and then slinging it down towards Darien with the same foot, quite contrary to the aforementioned refined dialect. Levin, the farthest away, took up crowd control duties. A couple of people tried to escape to the next car, but Levin picked up a table and threw it at them, knocking them all down to the ground. "Nobody goes nowhere, understand! You will all watch! You all will see why you do not mess with us!" Levin barked over the people, another chair in his hand, ready to throw it at someone.