Buzdrem stepped between the knight and the young lady, casually knocking the sword away from her neck with one of his axes.
[color=gold]"Listen, Tin Man,"[/color] he growled, his patience wearing thin with the fool in the tin can,
[color=gold]"I obviously didn't come for a fight, you seemingly did,"[/color] he said as he gestured to the man's slightly rusted armour.
[color=gold]"And this young lady here didn't come for a fight. It actually seems as though she came here to lay with you. Now as only an idiot would turn her down, why don't you put that table back as you found it and crawl back to whatever hole you came out of before me and the rest of these..."[/color] He paused and looked around the room at the patrons of the tavern and shouted,
[color=gold]"[b]FINE GENTLEMEN[/b] rip that armour off you and see what the man in there is made of!"[/color] He was quite pleased with himself and chuckled as the rest of the tavern rose to the feet and cheered. Buzdrem wasn't usually one for dramatics or necessarily a crowd pleaser. But this was Hal's tavern and Buzdrem had been staying here for a few days now and felt the need to intervene. He wasn't prepared to fight this man, who seemed an able combatant, so used the tactics of engaging the crowd to dissuade the man in full armour.
[color=gold]"Now, I don't want to see you hurt, there's no need for it. And I'm sure that you're a nice enough guy as well. So what do you say we drop this, you head back and I'll take this young women away from you and to my room upstairs."[/color]