Cyrdic sent a Reiklander mercenary reeling, the man's weight smashing into one of the tables and upending drinks and mutton. The barkeeper's shouts behind Cyrdic had gone unnoticed by everyone, and Cyrdic would have to follow suit if he wanted to be alert on all sides. A movement to his left caught his attention, and he ducked as a man sailed over him to land onto a second table. Cyrdic was in awe at the feat of strength of whoever had just done that. Cyrdic could do it, granted. But he wasn't used to others being able to. He tried to gauge the source, and saw the burly longbeard with the runic hammer wiping his hands together as if to say 'good riddance.' 

The Osltlander had very little time to look, almost immediately being caught within the Kislevites as they tried to bowl the rest of the patrons over through sheer force of numbers. It was almost comical seeing their odd, horse-riding gaits as they waved around makeshift crudgels and their curved horse swords. A few had been fully engrossed in the brawl, but it seemed the second half of the group had decided to go with a more disciplined approach, now fully gutting or braining anyone that got within their way. 

"[sub]Cyrdic![/sub]" 

He knocked aside a saber with his shield, his sword still in its sheath and a chair leg within his hand now. He could have sworn he had heard his name, but the crack of weapon on weapon, and weapon on bone, filled the air. As did the shouts and curses in Kislevite. 

"Cyrdic!" 

He recognized Camilla's voice. He couldn't help but glance over to the stairway to see her in the relative safety of the high ground, but that cost him his own safety and the Kislevites charged, knocking Cyrdic back as he hefted his shield up in defense on his soldier's instincts. 

He hit the bar next to Ricardo, unknowingly getting in the way of the handgun now cocked and aimed. The assassin fired, his bullet punching through Cyrdic's shield and into his shoulder. The Ostlander's eyes went wide and he cried out in pain, falling into a kneeling position. The crack of the gunpowder weapon caused everyone to halt for a mere moment, the silence defeaning. 

Until someone threw another chair and steel was drawn by all. Ricardo spat a curse in Tilean, and raised the bloodied knife that had been lodged within his back, sending it end over end to take the would-be killer in the throat. Blood fountained out of the wound, the man's eyes bulging in disbelief. 

"Come! Come! We must go." Ricardo yelled over the calamity, before he hissed in Tilean. "Camilla mi ucciderà se tu muori." Cyrdic groaned in annoyance, his left arm now much weaker from the lead ball stuck in it. He stubbornly held onto his shield though, and he could still move. "Come!" Ricardo said, helping Cyrdic to his feet. Together, the two men's bulks managed to steamroll through the distracted mob to collapse at the stairwell. 
[@Penny]