Tables were overturned into barricades to exchange firepowers from two different sides; the New Destiny members and the unnamed attacker, presumably a group of mercenary, yet there were too much of them to be just another random group.
Floorboards cracking under the weight of bodies, glass and metal and bone colliding in the dim orange glow of burning wine.
My armor stank of smoke and oil, making every breath coming out of my mouth hot and metallic. Lady_Valerie stood across the debris, her cloak tattered and half-charred, her eyes locked on me like a hawk, still deciding to conceal her identity and nerfing herself I see.
I lunged first.
The chair leg in my grip was a weapon as it was splintered at one end and slick with oil. I swung and jabbed fast, stabbing toward her shoulder, trying to keep the tempo up so she couldn't build the momentum for her god damn combos.
