The flying noble was all the two sides needed - in an instant, soldiers were on their feet, also lunging across the table to tear at each others' throats, booze and meat flying through the air. The group of merchants at the far end of the table were busily beating the snot out of one another, and all up the table the fighting had commenced, up until right where Geoffrey sat, where all of the officers and nobles on either side of Lady Grimm had sat either scoffing or had leapt up to grab at their comrades to cease the brawl.

But it was no use. Either side continued the fight, luckily very few brandishing any weapon, only smashing their fists into one another. Geoffrey jeered at the noble as he came soaring toward him and jumped up onto the table, goblet still in hand, dodging just enough to avoid the swinging blade. Geoffrey laughed merrily, slamming back what was left of his drink, and brought his leg down hard upon the noble's hand, kicking the knife away.

[color=f26522]"Kehah!"[/color] Geoffrey called out, [color=f26522]"Let us spar tomorrow - I think I've found my partner for the evening!"[/color] Geoffrey let out a great cry of laughter before falling on top of the noble, who was now sprawled out across the table.

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