He turned to follow their teacher and had to duck as a “good” old pub brawl got into full swing. “Got to be shitting me,” Ramone muttered quietly under his breath as he watched everything go to shit around him and Lazarus walk off without so much as a care. He side stepped the unsteady man and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, spinning around and throwing him back into the fray. “Move it.” With that said he hugged the wall and made his way over to one of the windows, throwing them open and leaving the pub that way rather than try to cut through the rowdy crowd towards the doors.
He was quick enough to round the corner as Lazarus left the doors, and scratched at the back of his head in annoyance. “Yeah, we’ve got a troublemaker...” he remarked as he looked around for the other two to see if they had made it out before he glanced towards the waitress that made her way over towards Lazarus. It was a bit hard to hear what was said, but in the end Ramone did manage to catch the brief exchange between the two. Again, he didn’t bother to question the meaning behind her words and instead just prepared to follow their teacher.
“Come on, really?” He really didn’t want to use his skills and training against the unblighted, but the pair seemed quite serious and rarely was Lazarus anything but. His hands fell down to grasp the hilts of Revantin on his belt, and he watched the two carefully as he called out for his teammates. Given that the weapons' sheaths looked no different from a regular longsword's, it seemed likely that he would be able to catch them by surprise.
