Madi ran down the stairs at the commotion just in time to see the entire scene unfold. She watched in horror and awe as Kyy began slicing through the figure, as if aided by some eldritch power.
Her eyes flicked to a new man as he walked in, seemingly annoyed. She sidestepped quickly as the man, angered, threw Arvil into the throngs near her. Her blood boiled watching someone bully someone else so, without proper reason.
"Piss off!" She growled, leaping forward, her wispy claws brandished again. Muttering something quickly, midleap, a spirit wolf appeared next to her, growling at the man. The spell had tired her, but she didn't show it. She didn't sway, her eyes were hard, and she showed no sign of fatigue. "How about instead of acting like an enraged drunk, you mind your manners in front of ladies and leave us alone!" Her voice cut through the surrounding din, hard and angry. Her eyes dared the man before her to respond.