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[h2]Chapter Two: High Noon Knockout[/h2]
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The town looked mostly deserted in the midday heat.  Even the dhasath had taken themselves to the shade.  The odd person could be seen sitting out the front of a shop, eyeing the group suspiciously from under the brim of wide-brimmed hats.  A lot of them were openly carrying weapons on their hips, blasters or smaller ragon guns.

There sounded like there was some life at the saloon.  The sound of a stereo and the rise and fall of animated conversation.  Apparently that was where people congregated during the day.

Neri pushed open the doors, stepping through into the interior of the wooden building, her new boots clumping on the floorboards.  A few people looked up curiously - she wasn't recognised, but there was no overt hostility.

There was slight rise in suspicion as Castleton and Dusk entered.  A few muttered comments.  Something wasn't right, but it was Kim who seemed to seal the deal.  There was a hiss of angry muttered conversation that seemed to pass around the room with her entry.  The barman looked up at that, his eyes flicking between members of the group, "You lot aren't welcome here!" he growled, pointing to the door, though apparently the option of a rapid retreat was not available to them as in the intervening space two large men had moved to block that route.

One cracked his knuckles menacingly.

Neri did a quick head count. Including the barman there were a dozen people here who seemed ready for a fight, dhasath and a few kiellar, a few others were skulking off.  But why?  "I think there's been a misunder-" she didn't get a chance to finish as someone yet out an enraged yell, hurling a bottle at her, which she swayed to avoid, feeling the brush of air over her nose.  He gave a growl of rage and charged, fists balled as if ready to punch her.

The move seemed to encourage others and faster than one could have clicked one's fingers, the otherwise peaceful morning turned into a fist fight.