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[center][img][/img][h1][color=00FF7f]Leblanc Farris[/color][/h1]
[b][center][color=gray] [[ Location : Fort Orello ]] [/color][/center][/b][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

There were times it paid to be one with your surroundings, blending in plain sight to avoid notice. The proper gait to your steps and expression on your face can make people gloss over you completely in their minds, especially when obfuscated by more animated individuals. 

Then Gradon had to be the voice of reason on top of his harem king self, and found himself an unconscious heap when the drunken soldiers didn't fall for his handsome features like others of their fairer variety did.[i] A shame,[/i] thought the seaweed haired young woman as she observed from a corner of the room, [i]this was almost as entertaining as the street fights I frequented.[/i]

[color=00FF7F]"You call that a punch?"[/color] She chided, brushing aside the crowd when she didn't outright jab them in the ribs to make room for herself, several men left doubled over on the floor in her wake. Standing at the front of the crowd she entered the ring, wreathed in an aura of condescension from the way she stood to the practiced ease she looked down her nose at the drunken rabble; An easy way to provoke their enmity to say the least. [color=00FF7F]"My mother could hit harder then that. [i]In labor[/i]."[/color]

That was more fact then boast, though suffice it say the idea of a woman in the midst of child birth was more masculine then them far more motive to strike her then they needed for Gradon. A combatants meaty fist flew to wipe the arrogance from her face, an act as predictable as it was simple. Leblanc met barbarity with barbarity, arms scraping past each other in milliseconds, only for her arm to elongate amidst the sounds of dislocating joints and collide with his wind pipe before he ever had the chance to graze her cheek. 

Momentum dead in an instant and staggered with an unsportsmanlike like attack, he raised his hands to his wounded throat and gasped like a fish with wide, panicked eyes. 

[color=00FF7F]"If you expected me to brawl you, you'll be disappointed."[/color] She said, appearing stolid as her muscles contracted and pulled her arm back to its normal length, the sound alone earning a few winges of discomfort from the audience. With the man gasping for breath it was child's play to twist herself to the side and deliver a hard kick to the inner side of his kneecap, toppling him like an oak that wouldn't be participating in these sorts of bouts for some time. 

[color=00FF7F]"Now if anyone else would enjoy being hospitalized for the next month, feel free to test your luck. I promise shattered bones will be the least of your concern."[/color]

[@TheWindel]