The Imperial man leaped at Dax with little warning, the rage of the north some how infecting him as it did the rest of the landstriders. Diaxanos ducked under his blow, grasping his outstretched arm like a flying fish and yanked forward with his shoulder, sending the Imperial bowling over to hit another charging Nord that had nearly been in range to flatten Kris. Dax heard the crunch and knew a bone had likely been broken, but he cared very little. They might not heal as quickly as Argonians, but they still healed. His snide thought was driven out of him when someone broke a chair over his back, shattering the wood with the force. Dax staggered forward, and on instinct sent his tail whipping upwards like a bullwhip, scraping across the soft flash he figured was on his attacker's face. There was a cry of terror and a stumbling as whoever had attacked him tripped over and fell out of the fight. 

Kris had yet to draw steel, but Dax saw that look in her eyes when she regained her feet and knocked the teeth out of the Dunmner there. Dax was jealous for that, but decided he could hit a Dunmner later. Right now he had to dodge a thrown mug of frosted ale. 

"Hey, that's expensive stuff!" The inn keeper, Elda Early-Dawn, cried. She held a cudgel and looked to have already whacked a rowdy patron over the head with it, the unconscious fellow at her feet. Daixanos at least guessed he was unconscious as there was no blood on the rod. 

All of the sudden, two nords grabbed Dax by both of his arms. Dax planted his feet firmly on the ground and under a table leg, squaring his form to keep his center of gravity relatively stable. He could smell their rank, human breath spilling onto him as they tried to wrest him from the ground. To their surprise, they found him hard to move. Dax wasn't as large as the two men, but he was large for one of his race and he was all muscle with almost no fat on his body. Granted, he couldn't exactly shake out of their grips either, but he kept them in check at the moment with sheer stubborn resolve. 

"Filthy lizard!" One grunted, only for Kris to knock him flat with a guantleted fist, crushing his nose with a spray of blood. The fluid spritzed on Dax's crimson skin, losing itself on the similar colored arm that Dax used to elbow the other nord with into his stomach. It knocked the wind out of him, clearly. With a hiss of distaste, he shoved the fellow who tripped over Dax's tail just as the Argonian intended, hitting the ground. His head smacked against a fallen table, and even Dax and Kris winced at the 'snap' they heard from the impact. 

"Are you..ok?" Dax asked Kris, still unused to being with a traveling companion. She was about to reply when a clapping sound rose above the now-silence of the barroom. Dax hadn't even noticed everyone had either fled or were knocked out. The two turned their heads to see a burly nord in the corner, who looked a true warrior in stature and trappings. Far more than these civilian hooligans, at the very least. 

"Impressive! Very impressive..." He said, his accent thick on his tongue. "You have the capacity to be Stormcloaks, I think. Of course, you look like ones who don't wish to be involved in politics. I will leave you to decide. Nevetheless, I know someone who might have an offer for you on a job, if you're willing." 

"And who is that?" Kris asked. 

"Follow me. Let me take you to Ulfric Stormcloak." 
[@Penny]