Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131223145721/@comment-12599067-20131226043546

Jack looked up at Anwen and cursed. "Why in the name of Oblivion," he grumbled, getting up from his seat and marching over towards Anwen and the elf, shaking his head. He stepped up to the elf. "Whoah lad. Put. The girl. Down." he said in a commanding tone. The elf's friends on either side looked up, interested. "Why? It's not like a silly Breton like you could win a prize like this. All you've got is a little bit of street magic. Besides, why do you care?" the elf challenged, not even bothering to rise.

Jack glowered down at the elf. "You listen to me, you ignorant little fop. I can promise you that if you so much as lay a finger on her, you're going to be damn sorry," he promised. The elf smiled and leaned back in his chair, satisfied with himself. "You fancy a fight, you arrogant little fool?" the elf dared. When Jack was silent, the elf smiled. "That's what I thought. Too scared to--" he was cut off by Jack's fist in his face.

"I was seeing if you had the balls to repeat it," he corrected, then grabbed Anwen's wrist and pulled her off the unconscious elf's lap. "Come on, Anwen, we gotta go," he ordered.