[b]Saeyeon Kim[/b]

Kim could feel the eyes from the bar patrons locked on her. Like her time in that Command prison camp, she stuck out like a sore thumb with her East Asian features betraying her as a human. If looks could kill, she would be a pile of ashes due to the glare. When the barman said something about the group not being welcomed, Kim decided that it was best to not cause any trouble and turned around, just in time to see the exit blocked by some of the patrons. Neri was about to say something but dodged a bottle thrown at her and then chaos ensued as a brawl erupted in the bar.

"I don't want any trouble," Kim said to a burly dhasath male glaring and then charging at her, stepping sideway just before he got close, causing to stumble a bit. Like a raging bull, the dhasath turned around and threw some punches at her while she dodged them all. The burly dhasath made another charge and she jumped to the side just in time for him to crash into the wall, his head stuck. Kim barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief before she evaded a bottle thrown at her. 

"Please, I said I don't want trouble," she pleaded as a dhasath and a kiellar attempted to corner her. She picked up a chair to defend herself, blocking a punch from the kiellar, who elicited a scream from his fist making contact with the wooden service of the chair, and then forced the dhasath back by jabbing him with the legs of the chair. However, the kiellar was able to recover and grabbed the chair away from Kim. Feeling cornered, she hopped onto a table and dodged their strikes with her legs, stepping on both the dhasath's and kiellar's hands with her boots. Both the males yelped from their hands getting stepped on.

"Sorry," she apologized, still trying to avoid their attacks. The kiellar slipped on something and fell and the dhasath was hit by a stray object and also fell, both groaning from the pain. Kim jumped back down and saw a bottle and a cue ball rolling around, likely what saved her from the two. As she looked around, she thought she a kiellar female with an unmistakable braided white hair underneath a wide brimmed hat just standing at the distance. Was that Vesol? What was she doing here? Her thoughts were interrupted when someone punched her gut. Gasping for air, she stumbled back to another table, a billiard table it seems and grabbed a pool cue for defense, feeling her senses back.