Originally Posted by
Dr.Gunsforhands
*TING!* *TING!* *TING!* *CRASH!*
...just in time to watch another assassin fight, closer to us this time. Two shadow-mages of some description are fencing over by the bar. They knock over a series of trays and glasses as other patrons scurry out of their path. Some make for the door we were using and fling it open to leave, not really caring about their destination.
"Ah..." Leslie slowly sits back down. Her eyes are wide with panic, but she has no obvious way to act on it. "...is that... I mean, that isn't normal, is it? Should we do something?"
Changeling stares at the fight with a serious expression, considering her options on a more tactical level.