18.Sep.15, 05:08 AM
R’nya had noticed a lot of things as he joined the little party of people; the drunkenness that caused the two men to sway just slightly where they were standing, the combination of lust and cruelty in their faces and features, and the fact that one of them was still holding Quilriana rather firmly by the wrist. None of these things made R’nya happy about the situation, but he most likely would have calmly took control without too much hassle had it not been for the one man raising a hand and slapping the small woman he was rather fond of.
The younger man had barely reclaimed the offending limb before R’nya planted his fist firmly in the smug bastard’s face, the crunch of bone on bone satisfying in a sick kind of way. R’nya had never been prone to physical violence, finding it improper in far more situations than it could ever be justified. Today was one of those that he decided it was justified. As he pulled his fist back, stretching his fingers with a quick flick, R’nya pushed Quilriana behind him in a smooth movement. It would certainly not do to have any more hands laid upon her in such improper manners!
“You have a warped idea of fun.” R’nya stated dryly, his features a relatively blank mask as he eyed the two men with very subtle wariness; he wasn’t particularly interested in receiving a face full of fist and his weight was resting on the balls of his feet, preparing to shift himself and do his best to avoid drunken attacks.
“I believe the lady asked you gentlemen to leave. I suggest you do so. Now.”
You always have such fun when the streets are too small for me to join you. Xyreith grumbled, his tone edged with agitation and R’nya’s attention diverted for a moment as he reassured his dragon.
The younger man had barely reclaimed the offending limb before R’nya planted his fist firmly in the smug bastard’s face, the crunch of bone on bone satisfying in a sick kind of way. R’nya had never been prone to physical violence, finding it improper in far more situations than it could ever be justified. Today was one of those that he decided it was justified. As he pulled his fist back, stretching his fingers with a quick flick, R’nya pushed Quilriana behind him in a smooth movement. It would certainly not do to have any more hands laid upon her in such improper manners!
“You have a warped idea of fun.” R’nya stated dryly, his features a relatively blank mask as he eyed the two men with very subtle wariness; he wasn’t particularly interested in receiving a face full of fist and his weight was resting on the balls of his feet, preparing to shift himself and do his best to avoid drunken attacks.
“I believe the lady asked you gentlemen to leave. I suggest you do so. Now.”