The guard was surprised to see the man take the hit without so much as a flinch. He turned his wrist, trying to bring his sword around to a fighting stance even as his arm was extended, instinctively and now quite lucidly he understood that nothing was right. The man's hand had stopped his own, and it hardly looked human. The guard's eyes dashed over to the man's face, and he froze to see the radical changes that Soah had undergone. His expression didn't remain locked for long though, as his arm was pulled down and snapped out of place with an ear-rending smack emanating from his shoulder. He groaned in agony, his left hand racing to his hip and fumbling for his knife. He dropped the steel instrument onto the floor, still reeling. His compatriots were dumbfounded by what they were seeing. The younger of the two greenish constables dropped his length of chain and ran off down the road, screaming hysterically, "Wolf man! Wolf man!" The other man stood there, holding his sword out at length towards Soah. An absolute silence had fallen in the bustling street, as several groups of shocked Arcarti sailors watched the spectacle, not quite sure what they were looking at. The remaining guard trembled but remained firm. "A crew of the crown's men is right over there. I don't give a damn what you are, you kill that man and we'll see your head outside the the wall." He lowered his chin, glaring defiantly at the turning werewolf.

Johnathon had no idea what they were getting into but it seemed dangerous and he ill-wanted to spend another turn in Arcartus' 'hospitality'. He quickly made his way around the bar, following Griff into the ale room. The smell of alcohol was revolting to the man, but he tucked his head down and kept with the group. In a way it was relieving to see that the rest of the building was just as beaten up at the front, and he cursed the sawdust on the ground for getting inside of his shoes. He could finally breathe again when he staggered out into the alley, looking around nervously and half expecting a company of regulars to be waiting for them. Much to his surprise, they were alone. A man blabbering incoherently about wolf man ran by the entrance to the alleyway, and John seized momentarily until he realized that the man hadn't seen him. He settled up against the wall of the alleyway, trying to cut a low profile, and looked to the others. "If we just get onto the streets they'll take us for normal citizens right?" His eyes finally caught sight of the smoke and he stopped talking. There was an impressive fire at the foot of that column. No wonder the guards were out in force.