Silk could when she so desired play quite the elegant, delicate young woman. She did not fight like one however. The first man to approach her was allowed to grab her, only to be rewarded with a knee to the groin as she was pulled toward him, causing him to collapse to the ground in a groaning heap. Silk pushed him aside and dodged to the side as a second man tried to grab her, her clawed fingers slicing across his face and eyes. It was not a crippling blow and her opponent pulled away from her before she could finish him off. By now her assailants would have realized the cost of a reckless lunge and would approach her in an organised manner if she let them. If that happened it was as good as over, even with a mage at her back.

[colour=gold]“What kind of mercenary doesn't carry a sword?”[/colour] she said in a cheerful, almost conversational manner just as a chair came flying through the air from in front of her, crashing into the wall behind her. The chair had been a surprise to the man in front of her as well, causing them both to dodge out of the way. It seemed that some of the more rowdy customers were in a fighting mood and had joined in the fracas. The Raiders had clearly not considered the mood and the amount of alcohol present. Taking the opening Silk rolled out of the way of a third man and scoped up the sword discarded by the man still groaning on the floor. Silk kicked him again just to be sure. 

[colour=gold]“This is not the kind of service I expected!”[/colour] she said jokingly as she slid the blade across the open ground toward Matthew.