[hr][hr][center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjc4MDBhZC5RVTVPVDFKQklGTlVSVVZNUlEsLC4wAAAA/londinia-medium.regular.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][right][sub][b]Location[/b] - Ul'dah, Quicksand[/sub][/right]

Her violet eyes were fully focused, calm as the moment seemed to freeze in time. The music around them seemed to change, signaling a shift in the atmosphere. Of course, the entire situation was now the center of attention as the patrons seemed to be waiting for the next step towards the logical conclusion. She could hear the drunken ramblings of Ladbert but ignored it for the moment, focusing more on the disgruntled Highlanders. Three on one, was it? No point in counting on the fool who caused the commotion nor was she expecting any help from anyone at her table; she was on her own.

The magicked wind that strolled over them seemed to give a distraction to those ready to fight, with the Highlander in front of her looking for the source. Seeing her opportunity, Annora drew back her fist and punched forward, her knuckles colliding with the bigger hyur's jaw and effectively paying him back for the one he hit her with. No going back now, especially as her action invited the rest of the Highlanders into the fight. The scurry of the surrounding tables quickly clearing the area as the fight ensued almost drowned out the sounds of the fight itself, with people pushing against one another to either steer clear or get a better look at the spectacle.

Dropping down slightly to avoid another hit, she used her momentum to punch straight up once again. Her smaller stature should have given her a disadvantage, but she suspected her opponents had been drinking, their movements somewhat sluggish. Still, a drunk's unpredictability was still somewhat dangerous, and sure enough, Annora found herself throwing her arms above her head as a chair went flying over her. Said chair crashed into an unfortunate victim, causing another commotion as a few people tried to tend to the injured soul.

"[color=darkorchid]Well, then...[/color]" Annora muttered to herself, though she had bigger problems as one of the Highlanders lifted her by the back of her shirt. As she found herself dangling in the air, she ended up using her newfound height to kick down the second Highlander, leaving the one holding her left. This one seemed more sober than the others but irritated nonetheless. Before she could react, he ended up tossing the Midlander onto a nearby table, scattering anything that was on it to the floor.

Scrambling to her feet, she wobbled on the unsteady table as she eyed her final opponent charging at her. Hopping off the table, she knelt down as she took a hold of the edge, flipping it onto him as he neared. His charge wasn't stopped so easily as the wood of the table splintered into several pieces. Clucking her tongue, Annora backed up slightly as she readied herself for the collision, choosing to stand her ground. Of course, that was easier said than done, and once again Annora found herself flying backwards, barreling into several people and knocking down anyone unfortunate enough to have been in the way.

Of course, now that the violence had spread, the crowd seemed to erupt into chaos. Fists and food and chairs were thrown, people were shoved around, few could determine friend from foe. As the woman was not particularly keen on remaining in the middle of what had now become a mosh pit, Annora shoved her way through the crowd, making sure to grab her axe before high tailing it out of the Quicksand.