[h1][center] [color=00aeef]Izabel[/color] [/center] [/h1]
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Iz surveyed the room again. Attempting to find the least conspicuous place to sit down. This bar seemed anything if not conspicuous. So many people armored to the teeth. This was bound to be trouble. The man in metal continued to scream about his property standing over the broken man and his table. The rest of the bar didn't appear to have taken this all that seriously, so Izabel simply gave him his space. 

She noticed a group of men surrounding a small girl, a mage of some sort by the look of her. This was a common sight in places like this, but the girl appeared overwhelmed by the male gaze and was burying her head into her hands. Izabel tried not to get involved [color=00aeef]"this is literally the worst time to start a fight with a bunch of men"[/color] she thought to herself [color=00aeef]"especially one with a mecha weapon."[/color] But, her feet moved quicker than her head, and she found herself injected into the situation just as the soldiers walked in from the outside. They seemed to be drawn to the yelling man instantly, allowing Izabel to speak her mind.

[color=00aeef]"Leave her alone you pricks..."[/color] she said calmly, putting her hand on her axe, looking all three men in the eyes...well at least two of them. One wore a strange mask, not unusual, but still menacing. [color=00aeef]"I don't want to have to beat the shit out of you, at least not in front of these army grunts."[/color]