[center][h1][color=cyan]Anastasia "Anna Nine Fingers" Ridgeway[/color][/h1]
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[color=cyan][i]Location: Port of Tortuga - The Kings Arm[/I][/color][/center]
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Anastasia groaned loudly in pain when the mug shattered over the man's head, cutting into her hand as well which made her instantly hold onto her hand looking down at the bloodied hand wincing in pain. Holding her hand she looked up at her handy work she had done to the man, seeing the blood coming off of his head and over the man's eyes. [color=cyan]"Yer better git dat noggin av yers checked sexist pig!"[/color] Anastasia said with a smirk, she then felt the wind being knocked out of her causing her to stumble backwards reaching for her throat as she started to gasp for air from being punched in the throat.

Taking a few deep breathes as she rubbed her throat and jaw, she then started to reach for one of her flintlocks she had on her holsters, however she was having a hard time pulling it out. [color=cyan]"Tá tú píosa fucking caorach cac fucking!"[/color] Anastasia yelled in Irish, using her native tongue, she glared at the bloody headed man who tried to hit her again but missing due to his poor eyesight from the blood. Her breathing slightly raspy from the punch to the throat, as well as her jaw hurting like a mother fucker, her eyes scanning the room.

The men seemed to be cheering him on after he had punched her in the throat, she looked around the room things seem to be going as normal a few were watching. [color=cyan]"'As yisser mom ever towl yer ter never belt a feckin lassy? cuz it seems loike yisser arse is gettin' kicked by wan roi nigh. Belt me again oi dare yer!"[/color] She said trying to goad the man into hitting her again, Anna always did enjoy a good old fashioned bar fight.