[h2]"Captain" James Castleton [/h2]

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"Anybody else want some, huh?!" he barked, chest rising and falling with an enraged scowl on his face.[/quote]

James was aware the jarhead/grunt had said something. Hard to hear in the din of breaking furniture and thudding bodies. Though given that he currently stood over a prone body he could only assume it was some kind of challenge. Or perhaps a call for glue- 

James' wasn't able to figure out Dusk's dramatic proclamation as he found himself taking flight for the third time of the fight. Finding that the window panes of this establishment should have been able to take the force of a man being thrown by four humanoid beings. 

But alas it did not. 

So James found himself on main street; his hat sitting lonely like on the dust beside him. The din of the fight spilling out the shattered window as the human dusted himself off. The "Captain" picked himself up and pondered whether it was worth it to reinsert himself into the fray. 

A being he didn't know joined him on the street. Flying in a manner similar to James but with a much less graceful landing. 

"Howdy. First fight??" The Kiellar just gave a pained groan and remained face down groaning as she clutched a bleed at the back of her head.