Feyrith sat there motionless for a few minutes before spinning around to the left, whilst simultaneously drawing Spire and plunging it into the man's throat. He quickly withdrew the dagger and went into a crouch as one of the other men charged at him, before grabbing his attacker's left leg with his free hand, causing the man to lose his footing and plummet, head first, into the wooden bar behind Feyrith. As the man fell to the floor, Feyrith calmly stood up and used a nearby rag to wipe the blood from his blade.

[color=blue][b]"You know..."[/b][/color] He said looking each of the remaining men in the eye. [color=blue][b]"If you leave now I might just let you live."[/b][/color] The men stared at him critically for a moment before drawing their weapons and rushing him.