Korrin had passed the odd looking human woman and her Coslot without much of a second glance, odd people tended to carry baggage with them, and as Korrin knew very well, baggage always cost more then you would imagine. He had kept on walking passed the animal pen where the man of his own height had been taking out a bird and been being talked to by a slightly shorter man, and closer to Korrin's build then the other man. For those two Korrin had only paid them the briefest of attention, and mainly because the shorter man had been talking about a bounty. If there was one thing worse then baggage here on Tryliin it would have to be bounty hunters. They were a hassle, and tended to bring nothing but trouble and stupidity to those around them. Granted Korrin wasn't much one to judge, many thought the same of assassins, however in addition to trouble and stupidity they brought the additional hassle of death, which tended to be bad on all counts. Korrin had gotten to his apartment buildings door when he noticed the commotion begin down the way. Two bounty hunters attacking the odd looking blue human girl from before. He shook his head and would have gone inside, content in leaving the world of Tryliin to be the world of Tryliin. That was right up until for some reason one of the men from the other interesting pair of individuals on the street broke out into a mad run with some kind of bird attacking the men with what appeared to be two large sacks. Instead of entering his building Korrin stopped and leaned against the doorframe. This could be interesting and he hadn't seen much of interest in a while. Maybe these bounty hunters would be fun and interesting enough that the trouble they could bring would be worth it. The Kin'eko'chi let his right hand casually drift to his thigh holster where his electric pulse gun rested and undid the clip covering it, he also stretched his left wrist, allowing his stinger to begin to slide out, so far only half an inch, but ready to launch to full length if need be. He was ready if anything turned against him, and so with that he could sit back and enjoy the show that was about to unfold before him. --- Kintya struggled in the thug's grasp, but couldn't shake him loose. Dammit, she was looking like a fool. Blood trickled down her face, the pistol butt having busted her eye brow. On top of things, the monster was now charging at them, yelling like a mad man and swinging his supplies over his head. A pretty impressive show, considering it must have been quite heavy. The man whose rib was now broken from her knee turned to face him, and drew a knife. She chuckled, and turned her attention back to her captor. Been a while since she'd been in a fist fight. --- "What the hell is it?" Elin poked at the prawn-like thing sitting in a wooden bowl. It was apparently a house favorite but slimy texture and it tasted like mucus covered chicken. "Here Reon. I don't like it." In hindsight, Reon probably recommended it because he knew his human companion wasn't going to enjoy it. "Oh thanks Elin!" His voice boomed as he wrapped his massive hands around the tiny fish and brought it to his mouth for a huge bite with an even bigger sounding crunch as the bones were also eaten. "Whatever." Elin annoyingly responded before scooping up some noodles with her chopsticks. At least she had those. Lunch was mostly quietly between the trio and Cylandus was still off somewhere. The silence ended when panicked screams came from behind them. The three of them turned to see what was happening and saw people clearing away from a scuffle. By the looks of it, some woman got tangled up with two guys and was paying the price for it. Why they were fighting was mystery as one of the men managed to get the woman in a hold. Uninterested, Elin began to turn away but she kept her ears open to the banter behind her. A loud bellow shortly followed by a screech brought Elin's attention back to the scuffle. Some large man was charging headlong into the fight with his feathered friend. Quite stupidly Elin might inject. One of the men, who Elin would later realize where bounty hunters, had his gun drawn and pointed it the encroaching man as he and his pet pummeled the man's friend. Elin leaned back and smacked her hand on her forehead. Her lunch atmosphere would be ruined if she knew somebody died just over there. "Reon help the massive buffoon and that damsel before someone gets killed. Please." Reon groaned like beast as he threw his lunch aside and charged forward. The Torro lowered his head and rammed the man holding the woman hostage from behind. The man took the brunt of the force but the woman was going to feel that jolt, too. The armed man's weapon was thrown from his hands and the Torro pressed the attack as he used his powerful hoof to kick the bounty hunter away. Begrudgingly, Elin felt a little bad for the woman so she walked over and stood above her, offering a hand up. "Come on, damsel. Let's get you up." Elin said, almost sounding like she was whining. Markus was behind her with his hand gripping his gun as he eyed the crowd. Certainly not one for subtleties, making Elin look like some VIP. While waiting for the woman to offer her hand in return, Elin glanced around the crowd. She saw Cylandus was hovering around outside, which was good. The bird creature was still pummeling that poor guy and the big guy was still around in the clearing. Reon had backed off the bounty hunter but what stuck out to Elin the most was armor clad hanging around the stables. Elin didn't know him but she didn't like him. She didn't like masks either. She quickly averted her eyes back to the blue woman. "Come on, quit wasting my time. Do you want help up or not?" --- Kintya suddenly flew forward, as well as her captor, onto the ground in a heap. As the thug was getting up, he suddenly got booted away by what Kintya assumed must have been a Torros. Still dazed from the blow, she noticed a young woman offering to help her up. From the looks of things, she apparently was in charge of them, and more bizarrely, was offering to help her up. She would normally not be rude and comply, but she had unfinished business with that thug. "Thanks, but no thanks: I gotta score to settle..." With that, Kintya got to her feet and approached the street punk, her hands open at her side. "Just who the f**k do yo-" The thug swung a wide hay maker without warning, connecting with her lip, and her head swung to the side, spraying speckles of blood onto the road. She staggered backwards, nearly falling to the ground, but regained her composure and, spitting out blood onto the ground, she turned back to him and smiled: "Ha, nice punch: Did your boyfriend teach you that one?" Now furious, he shouted out obscenities and charged forward again. She brought her hands up, and blocked his second punch with her right arm, and landed an upper cut into his lower ribs. He moved backward and breathed out, winded, while she managed to land a jab into the side of his face, then another and another, moving expertly and fighting like a prize winning boxer. He swung again, face bloodied, but missed as Kintya ducked, and she tackled him to the ground. She sat on top of him, and proceeded to methodically pummel his face into a mess, before bringing down a hammer fist and knocking him out cold. "And you got your ass handed to you. By a girl. Some bounty hunter you turned out to be..." She sat on top of him, breathing heavily and exhausted. Hopefully, she got some of her 'Street Cred" (or whatever the kids were calling it today) back, and maybe even scared Silus a little, but she doubted the last part. Right now, it was obvious who she was, and he would probably murder her if he decided to get into the fight. She got to her feet, spat out some more blood, and looked around her surroundings, to see what she'd miss while beating up this punk. --- "Silus, you bastard!" The Mongol-Kadesan growled. "I wasn't going to let you keep your share of my offer anyway!" Temujin's adrenaline-filled rescue was thwarted by a giant Torro beast who dispatched the woman's captor, albeit hurting her in the process. The Torro immediately followed its attack with a gut wrenching hoof kick that sent the bounty hunter flying. "Bah! What the hell!?" He grumbled, the fight was now obscured by the horned oaf's giant backside, who was clearly stealing his spotlight. Bags still flailing, Temujin used them as weighted momentum and leapt upward, propelling himself even higher as he jumped off the Torro's massive shoulders. "My turn!" Temujin rained down on the grounded bounty hunter, aiming to slam both bags onto his body. The man however was not out of the fight, and desperately commando rolled away from Temujin's attack just in the nick of time. The bags thudded loudly onto the dusty street, and Temujin cringed as he heard something crack in the netted one. Shit! At that moment, he no longer cared about captors or blue-skinned damsels. His immediate concern weighed heavily on the condition of his prized possessions, and he quickly probed around the netted bag hoping nothing was destroyed. The bounty hunter, confused at the Mongol-Kadesan's sudden impulse, sought to take advantage of the moment. He angled forward and sprung with his knee aimed high at Temujin's head. Within one swift motion, Temujin casually parried the attack with one palm, then drove the other into the man's neck like a viper. Temujin's fingers nearly coiled all the way around the man's throat before he forcefully choke slammed him onto the ground, pinning the poor fool in place. "I hope nothing expensive broke..." Temujin said quietly to himself. The bounty hunter was squirming for air, but the Mongol-Kadesan didn't budge as he continued sifting through items with his free hand. Ohkarr perched itself on a ledge looking down at the bounty hunter in Temujin's clutch, licking its talons. A sigh of relief fell over the Mongol-Kadesan as he concluded that nothing was damaged. He released his grip on the now unconscious bounty hunter and rose to his feet. "HA!" Temujin slapped his thigh and smiled, thanking the deities for his ever abundant good fortune. "For a second there I almost pissed my loincloth!" --- Korrin was slightly surprised as the Torros came barreling out of the small fast-food place next to where the fight was going on. Now he was really glad that he had stayed to watch, the man and his bird were still pummeling the sap, and his strange bounty hunter acquaintance had been making offers to both sides for winning, though he hadn't sounded like he had much confidence in the thugs, and Korrin could see why. The men were not only in and of themselves incompetent individuals, but apparently in addition to the thugs incompetence the thickly built man would have outclassed a normal bounty hunter, and from the pummeling the small blue girl was giving the larger man, while it may not have looked much like it, she could certainly hold her own. Korrin observed something odd. Though the blue girl had defeated her thuggish opponent she still seemed more concerned about the man wearing the full armor that was still standing by the animal pen. He was distracted from that observation though as the man wielding the two sacks as his weapons leapt over the Torro and slammed his sacks down. There was an apparent cracking noise and suddenly the man was much more concerned with the possessions in the sack then the opponent he was fighting. For a moment Korrin thought that the man might be off guard enough that the thug could get him, but that thought had no more crept into his head then he realized, as the mans hand shot around the thug's throat that this human that was now digging around in his sack, appeared to be a relatively well trained fighter.