[h2][color=00a99d]Brunhilde[/color][/h2]

Brunhilde was shocked to see an all-out brawl in the tavern. Fists were flying, weapons were swinging, and blood was getting all over the fine (probably stolen) carpetry. At the center of the brawl was a large group of men in some kind of uniform - perhaps the local authorities?

She stepped into a corner of the room for a few minutes to observe, as a large reptilian creature pulled a much taller, red-haired woman than herself into the room. One of the uniformed men shouted, "Oi! That's the one that raised the ruckus earlier! At the shopkeep! Took 'very thing! Made fools of us!", and the two new ones started fighting as well. The redhead's sword, coated with the blood of her first victim, slung a stream of blood droplets across the room, some of which landed on Brunhilde's cloak, alongside the previous blood stains from the attack on her ship.

Brunhilde was about to leave the tavern when she saw one of the uniformed men kicking an older gentleman who had apparently gotten in the way - it was clear these were [i]not[/i] the authorities, and on top of that, they were all thugs. The air grew thick with murderous intent as she focused her will on combat, and she joined the fray.

Not knowing she was a combatant, the thugs paid little attention to the cloaked bundle of fury flinging herself through the air in their direction. Three of them were standing over another bar patron who had joined the brawl and was quickly cut down.

"An' THAT'S wot ye get fer [i]interferin'[/i] in Red Bannah busine-"

A boot hit the side of his head mid-sentence and he went down instantly. The other two reflexively swung their weapons at Brunhilde, who was floating through the air like a feather in a tornado. Both missed. She thrust the palm of one hand towards a wall, and a blast of wind came in through a window, shattering it, and slammed them head first into the wall.

Having had her fill of fighting for the minute, she sat at a nearby table that had not yet been overturned, shoving the now-dead occupant of the seat out of the way. Might as well not waste the food he paid for. Delicious steak and some foul-smelling brew that really didn't seem safe for human consumption. She wolfed down everything on the man's plate as blood, beer mugs, and stools flew through the air in the background, until a gauntleted fist landed a blow on her cheek. She hit the table from the force, and the meal was scattered about the ground. Final straw.

She hated doing this, but this bastard had ruined her (stolen) lunch. The air drained from his lungs and a vacuum formed around his head, and he flailed as he tried to catch his breath. She funneled a massive air current down his throat while he was off guard, and he fell to the ground, clutching his chest and screaming silently. Both lungs had erupted from the sudden spike in air pressure.

She looked around the room and was surprised to see a bar fight, with a massive reptilian and a very tall red-haired woman in its midst. There were scorch marks everywhere. A young woman was on the ground - alive, but unconscious, and a young man with shortish hair was sending people flying with his fists. A red bird was circling the room, diving at the other men. Impressive. Almost picturesque. But the people they were fighting were all in uniform. The authorities, perhaps?

She looked down at the man on the ground and fear filled her mind. She'd killed someone and she didn't even know his name - did he even deserve it? What did the man do to her? It was too dangerous to write in her journal without risking it being destroyed, so she started going over the events she could remember in her head, over and over again, still sitting at her now ruined table. The side of her face hurt like hell. Why was this strange mark on her left hand?

[@Mag Lev]
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