The session opened with a punch being thrown at Mir who in typical style casually avoided it before nonchantly punching the ruffian in the arm hard enough to make him step back. The ruffian then tried to throw a punch at Flair through the curtain which didn’t go well and ended up with him wrapped in the thing and staggering around. Mir then stepped up and sent a staggering uppercut into his gut.
At this point the ruffians friends joined the fray and a full on bar fight ensued. The fight dragged out for sometime with punches being thrown and blocked, Flair unfortunately not being a fighter came out worse and was only saved from a severe pumelling by Xanthia stepping in to rescue him. Adopting an archaic and somewhat comical boxing stance the Adept landed a stunning blow with a right hook, alas the wall was not phased and Flair only succeeded in injuring his hand. Shortly afterwards the ruffian facing him landed two hard jabs into his solar plexus forcing Xanthia to step in and Flair to clamber rather unelegantly over the table to safety.
Xanthia seemed lost without her long-las and despite failing to do any real damage to her opponents she did save Flair having jumped over the table to join the fight.
The Lady Drustilla stayed back throughout the fight, inexplicably at one point a concussive explosion was felt in the confined area and when the dust cleared Trix was semi concussed in the corner, not much else was seen of her after that until she double knee capped the ruffian being held by Mir, flashing her underwear in a not so ladylike way at the same time.
Mir stood as a tower of strength, no blow seemed to hurt him and having knocked one assailant out he then proceeded to repeatedly smash the heads together of another two despite their best efforts until they both hit the floor, one particularly worse for wear. Finally Mir stepped round the bodies to pick up the final ruffian by the hair while the Lady Drustilla viciously took out his knee caps with her stilleto heels.
The bar erupted in cheering, by this point Flair had already found a seat and having forgot about his bad hand and thrown a pint in his own face was supping away on a beer. Vogel over the moon with this fabulous display offered drinks on the house to the fighters while the bodies of the losers were un-ceremoniously dumped outside the bar. Mir abstained while the Lady Drustilla sipped, unfortunately Flair and Xanthia got carried away with the revelry and boasting and eventually after much drinking passed out on the bar. Vogel kindly offered the use of the room while they recovered and a couple of hours later they came round, re-caf and a shared Stimm got them back on their feet and ready for the walk home.
It should be noted that this bar fight will go down in the annals of history for The Barking Saint, none of you will be able to come back here without being recognised and word of your exploits has spread out into the surrounding middle hive and beyond. The nobles with the eyes of red and the Adept with the heart of a Space Marine, you will not be able to move around here quite so easily now.
Upon return to the Strophes household after a brief issue with Maximillian the Green Coat as they headed back into the upper hive, Mir remembered the hand gesture to open the doors. At 2am the area was fairly deserted apart from what appeared to be gun servitors hidden in some of the bas reliefs in the hallways, all doors were sealed shut and no servants could be found.
Mir and Trix decided to try and send an astropathic message to Zebre concerning Flair but didn’t know their way round the building and couldn’t find anyone to ask. Upon returning to their rooms Xanthia had the foresight to just ring for a servant and ask, however it appears that Laurent himself has to authorise any messages leaving the house, the servant informed you that Laurent rises around 7am.
Eventually you all decided that sleep might be a good idea and head off to your rooms, Xanthia and Flair however, still stimmed up find sleep a long time in coming.