[FL] Fantasy Lynching: Blood alone turns the Wheels of History

[Draxx]

Cohen
And the reason was thrown out the window.

It was to be expected, Gengiz had never backed away from a fight in his life, and while he'd been in the empire long enough to pick up the language and a few other things he had no idea of the significance of what just occurred. So there was a fight. Well he could oblige.

"Come and take them!" Yells out Gengiz Cohen, tossing his cape over his shoulder, then bending over and lifting the bar room table. It wasn't bolted to the floor, perhaps foolishly, but it was still an impressive feat of strength, especially considering his frame. For a moment he holds it over his head, the his back arcs and sends it hurling at the crowd, and more particularly at the guard who had taken control of the situation, sending him sprawling as it crashes into him.

He'd be lucky to escape with broken bones.

The world's oldest hero got to his feet and went for his sword, scuttling crabwise around as he found it jammed and tried to get it out, then at last pulling it free and flourishing it, mortally wounding a man who was in the process of sneaking up on him. Everyone was still too shocked by his reaction to get together enough to swarm him, and he was playing it to his advantage.

He swung his sword a few times in a bright arc, forcing people back and giving him some breathing space, then stood up on the overturned table for the high ground advantage and took his sword calmly in two hands, brandishing it over his head. "This is getting fiddly. Why don't you rush me?"

Sonja
The Imperial Order gets their diplomat back. In six boxes. Sonja had no love for any of the sides, but now she was their enemy.