Inside, the fight spreads quickly. Guests dive behind tables, behind hastily-flung-up magical shields, behind each other. On the little stage by the dance floor, the five-piece band is standing frozen, not sure whether they should keep playing or not. Staff members, including one server whose nametag reads EMMA, are doing much the same.
One of Angus's Security people, a large blunt being with fists the size of bowling balls, tries to put a headlock on one of the assassins and gets thrown halfway across the room for his trouble. A table shatters under the impact, splinters of glass and china and wood flying in all directions. Beth flinches away and reflexively covers her face, hearing screams go up from patrons and staff, almost drowning out the very sharp gasp right next to her.
When she lowers her arms, there's Seth, his face suddenly very white against the bright blue of his feathers, reddish-gray blood trickling from a scrape on his forehead – and trickling rather faster from between his fingers, where his hand's clapped to a jagged chunk of wood sticking out of his shoulder.
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Date: 2009-03-25 08:23 pm (UTC)One of Angus's Security people, a large blunt being with fists the size of bowling balls, tries to put a headlock on one of the assassins and gets thrown halfway across the room for his trouble. A table shatters under the impact, splinters of glass and china and wood flying in all directions. Beth flinches away and reflexively covers her face, hearing screams go up from patrons and staff, almost drowning out the very sharp gasp right next to her.
When she lowers her arms, there's Seth, his face suddenly very white against the bright blue of his feathers, reddish-gray blood trickling from a scrape on his forehead – and trickling rather faster from between his fingers, where his hand's clapped to a jagged chunk of wood sticking out of his shoulder.