21.Sep.15, 01:48 AM
Quilriana cradled her cheek in one palm, still in a bit of shock that she had been smacked. She supposed she should consider herself lucky that it wasn’t a fist with the man’s full weight behind it as that would leave a bruise and possibly even knock her out. She was so grateful for R’nya’s timely appearance and how he didn’t hesitate to jump into a mess that wasn’t his to deal with but she had no idea how to help him now. The man that had been punched was also holding his face though he looked to be in far more pain. The other man seemed ready to throw down with R’nya but was carefully considering the best way to do so.
The idea to run behind the bar and grab a knife fleeted through her mind so she could help defend herself and scare the men out the door but Quilriana stayed where R’nya had put her. The idea of bringing out such a thing could easily be forcefully taken from her and used against her or R’nya and she wouldn’t dare risk severely hurting the bronzerider after all the kindness he had shown her and the friendship that had blossomed out of their random encounter.
Instead, she only watched as the uninjured man finally made his move, giving a beastly growl as he threw himself at R’nya likely with the hope of knocking him to the ground to throw fist after first on him. Quilriana didn’t see what happened as she flinched and looked away but the motion off to the side caught her attention and she saw the other man seem to be preparing to join back in and help out his buddy; until she saw his anger-filled gaze turn back on her.
Without hesitating this time, Quilriana grabbed the empty heavy pitcher off the table she had backed up against and when he was close enough, she swung with all of her might, bringing the pitcher crashing against the side of the man’s head. She watched in horror as he crumpled to the ground at her feet, hoping she hadn’t just killed a man.
The idea to run behind the bar and grab a knife fleeted through her mind so she could help defend herself and scare the men out the door but Quilriana stayed where R’nya had put her. The idea of bringing out such a thing could easily be forcefully taken from her and used against her or R’nya and she wouldn’t dare risk severely hurting the bronzerider after all the kindness he had shown her and the friendship that had blossomed out of their random encounter.
Instead, she only watched as the uninjured man finally made his move, giving a beastly growl as he threw himself at R’nya likely with the hope of knocking him to the ground to throw fist after first on him. Quilriana didn’t see what happened as she flinched and looked away but the motion off to the side caught her attention and she saw the other man seem to be preparing to join back in and help out his buddy; until she saw his anger-filled gaze turn back on her.
Without hesitating this time, Quilriana grabbed the empty heavy pitcher off the table she had backed up against and when he was close enough, she swung with all of her might, bringing the pitcher crashing against the side of the man’s head. She watched in horror as he crumpled to the ground at her feet, hoping she hadn’t just killed a man.