Lapis was luckily still looking in Ashe’s direction when the masked woman shouted. She nearly knocked her head on the table as she dove under it, unsheathing her dagger as she crouched. An ear-shattering [i]boom[/i] cracked through the tavern, and from under the table, she saw dozens of cleaved bodies thud to the floor. Limbs, entrails, and gallons of blood swam in her vision as she swayed on the balls of her feet, her dagger hanging limp in her grasp. Fear clawed its way down her spine. 

She might have descended further into shock if not for Dal’s anguished cry. Her vacant gaze snapped to follow his; the musician he’d befriended only moments ago was in pieces, his innards still steaming. She closed her eyes and allowed herself one more moment to steady her nerves before she inched her head up over the edge of the table, getting a better look at their adversaries. She noticed two more nude people immediately, but this time pushed aside her embarrassment to note the glowing tattoos covering their bodies. Magic. These people were somehow the cause of the explosion. She noted the armed fighters and the ringleader in the back, but dismissed them. They far outclassed her just by being armed; her companions would have to take them on. But the unarmed mages…

She scanned her immediate area and seized as many dinner knives as she could reach from the surface of the table, keeping low and moving quickly. Plus her dagger, that was five weapons at her disposal. Ducking back down under the table, she also spied a throwing knife that had fallen out of Dal’s pack. Six. She peeked back up, readjusting her grip on her dagger as she took careful aim. 

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She shot up, hurled her dagger at the naked mage to her right, and ducked back down, not waiting to see if she hit her mark. From the way her hands shook, she wasn’t too confident.