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Laurioshock
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Cora very much appriciated the Scot for his actions, he had saved her a rather horrid fate of being dragged off by those men for thier---fancy.The knight pushed Cora back just a little, his eyes narrowed as he watched the drunken men. The one who'd kicked him was smiling, the smile of the stupid and intoxicated. "You" Andrew growled "are gonna regret that, you pig-fucking whoreson!" When the last sylabble of the insult left his mouth he made his move. A quick advance and a straight cross had the man reeling - alcohol had made him slow. The punch he sent flying back in frantic was deflected by the knight's armoured forearm. A brutal uppercut to the gut was all the reply the drunkard got, before Andrew stepped past him and slammed a heel down on the side of the man's right knee. He screamed as the joint snapped, dropping down onto his knees. "May the scars be a lesson to you" Andy Growled, his shoulders shaking with rage.
The knight made sure he wasn't screaming long, crushing his face into the floor with a stomp to the back of the head. He could feel the crunch of a nose through the sole of his boot. "If anything, Lady Lilia, this just proves our martial skill to you! This is why you hired me is it not?" The scotsman shouted - the elated high of adrenaline surging through his blood had set a grin across his mouth and an excited tone to his voice. He kicked the man on the floor again for good measure, then turned to Cora.
Resting his hand on her shoulder, and leaning in to look her in the eye, he did a quick once over "Are you alright miss? Anything hurt? I'm sure I got to him before he managed to damage you but its always best to make sure"
She looked on watching the fight, her worries diminished knowing full well there was no way the drunken fools could win against the brute of a man before them. They were slow and impaired by the alcohol. They were gonners so to speak.
It was a bloody and rather tense fight. Cora could hear the crunch of bone breaking. The after math of such a throw down was--suprising. They were bruised and broken, maybe that would teach them a lesson. Hopefully they would choose to learn from such actions and the fate they had just met. Something told her it wouldn't stop them doing such things again to the next set of females to arrive at some point. Old habits die hard and for men with egos like that, it was even harder to change them, if at all.
"Yes, my heads a little sore but I'm fine. All thanks to you sir. Thank you, truely."
Coras voice was still a little shaken as she addressed the man who had come to her aid. Suprised he came back to her to check she was okay after it all. He looked to be fine himself, no real damage done. Though she had known he wouldn't take damage from such jesters.
"I owe you. My name's Cora.."