It all escalated very quickly, and to most men that would be off putting. To Beren however, he perked up as if a hound had both lifted its head and ears, erect and wary. He turned and saw Masef (Masef!) running out into the Tavern, spouting warnings and orders, followed by his trusting brother Loden following suit with orders of his own. Beren had never been one to follow anything but his ideals without question, but he trusted his brothers and knew something was happening right this moment that could mean their very lives. His callused fists clenched, and while he was indeed glad he had the foresight to bring his weapons in, he knew he wouldn't use them initially. Not yet. 

Bright brown eyes of sorrow and heartfelt warmth faded away into dark orbs of stern fire. He felt a wave of energy surge through his body, and after one deep breath, he was ready for war. As the men and women streamed out into the streets, it gave the siblings opportunity to not only see the enemy coming, but to face them one or two at a time. One brigand with a sword strode through the sea of people, bumping and struggling before leaping out into the Tavern proper. Beren was already before him, a powerful kick sending the man into the wall. He staggered, but caught himself and sliced at the Ranger Monk. The young man ducked, pushed upon the flat of the blade to send it wide while simultaneously kicking the man's left ankle. His free palm shot up and hit the brigand in the throat. One last punch to the temple sent him down. 

Another opponent sought an easy kill by stabbing Beren in the back, but hard years of training and the past few years of adventuring had taught him to mind his surroundings. He spun, leg and foot leading in a roundhouse that sent the surprised man knocking into a table. His sword had slashed wildly during his fall, cutting Beren across the thigh. The blood seeped down into his maroon pants. He didn't have time to consider any pain. He could see more men spilling in, and he leaped backwards in a roll, to land next to his siblings. His Axe and Staff was beside him a few chairs over. The Staff was too big for such close quarters. If the fighting got any more fierce, he'd grab his Axe. 

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