[right][color=8493ca][h2]Dallas "Blue" Clarke[/h2][/color][/right]

What the actual fuck was going on? People screaming, Isa throwing chairs at the guards... Dallas did what came as what could only be considered her first natural instinct, the wolf in her now taking over ever so slightly. Picking up a knife from where their group had been eating, Dallas aimed with as much precision as she could. She wanted to distract the guards, not harm them. Well, at least not yet. Sending the knife flying through the air, it would graze his arm, creating a shallow cut. Exactly what she had intended, actually. Next thing she knew, the guards came towards them as Dallas let out a low growl.