Fire and broken glass [Private]

The soul bar was the  a key attraction and without a doubt the most popular establishment in the city of Talonia. This pub wasn't so much as a spot where the locals came to relax and socialize after a hard day work as it was a hot spot for mage meetings and shady deals.

The walls were a variety of silver and black hues that glew with a magenta undertone thanks to the reddish lights that hung from the rafters. Not much ever happened here in this gloomy bar or in Talonia without the influence of Fiore’s guild... It was more or less ‘quiet’ here and everyone typically kept to themselves.

Though, the tranquility of this bar had since been disturbed.

There was the sound of snapping wood and shattering glass as a middle aged man’s form flew down into one of the pub’s set tables beside the bar. There back shattered the surface and drinking tankards set upon it in a flurry of splinters, crystal, and amber liquid.

Wordless, the man’s attacker stood just at the bar. The female seemed unique in her appearance with her dark and wrapping-ravished hair. A long parchment-colored cloak remained drawn over her shoulders and shut away her front, hiding her psyche and her arm respectively. Her teal irises trained in the man who shifted up from the table shards on the floor as if to recover, that's when she walked forward, her imposing figure towering over his crumpled form.

She did not like in anyway being harassed… and  despised the drunk’s lame and perverted chat up lines all the more… What had really caused her to snap had been his doggedness attempts to convince her to slip out of her cloak. He claimed to of trying to get her to ‘relax’ a little but she knew it was just so he could get a little bit of a look at her generously endowed rack. (Men had always been predictable like that.) In addition, the Coming Storm knew his eyes and any onlooking gazes would settle upon her absence of her right arm instead, and the red twin hammers of Tartarus she had branded upon her waist; visible thanks to her cropped blouse...Both factors gave away her identity completely.

The mage reached her left hand out from beneath the folds of the fabric and swiped a half finished beer from a table at her side, downing the poison in one swig. “Now,” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and raised the heavy tankard above her head; the menacing red glow from the lights reflecting off the multifaceted edges of the glass. “What was that you were sayin’ to me?”

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Teal irises settled upon the enchanted silver cuffs which dangled from his fingers, eyeing her reflection in the shining curve of the metal.

In that list of petty felonies, he had forgotten mass arson, terrorism, and murder… what kind of knight was he if he didn’t recognize her, . She may not be so surprised of this if she was a typical felon but the council had since named her as a coming storm... perhaps her notoriety was fading....and what better way was there to regain that status then teach this ignorant knight a lesson.

"I don't usually beat up stupid people but," She chirped. No she beat up stupid people all the time, she called them guildmates.

Royanna quickly countered his wry little smirk with a wicked grin... not any simple smile, this smirk was sharp and hostile like the unsheathing of a dagger. Right shoulder still affixed beneath her shawl, Roya withdrew her wrapping-
clad palm forward again out from beneath the cloth though this time black flames danced against the exposed skin of her fingertips

"You caught me on a bad day, soldier boy."

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