Straightening from bending over to look under the table, Zyllenna pursed her lips in mild anger that the child was not to be found. As she turned, readying to stride over to a booth against the wall, the Banshee noticed that two men had risen from their seats and openly gawked.
Had her disguise slipped? Apparently not...
Zyll arched a brow when one of the two made grabbing gestures toward her, a ghastly smile on his mole-rat face. "Come here sweety, give me a feel of them cheeks, and then lets have some fun. What say you eh...?" The man drawled, his words slurring slightly as behind him the second who seemed similar in build and looks laughed boomingly.
Was this some kind of human greeting? The Banshee cocked her head to the side, eyeing the man silently. This seemed to encourage him because both men began to approach, the second staying back a bit to watch but seeming unable to leave it as a laugh. "Don't be greedy brother, share her around." The 'brother' licked his lips which curled down at the corners with scorn. He was now directly before Zyllenna, who wrinkled her nose at the smell of whisky on his breath, looking curious rather then frightened or upset, but in their drunken state they did not seem to register the bird like intensity in her gaze.
The man leaned forward and snaked an arm around her waist, but was obstructed by something long and solid that he could not see. A frown marred his features as he felt the cured leather scabbard, until eventually his mind clicked and the scabbard become visible to those in the room. "Zyll recommends against touching the blade..." The banshee said in a rather flat, matter of fact tone, her features equally deadpanned and received hoots and whistles from the other patrons who were watching them.
Slightly startled, Adam's leering features momentarily faltered before he grinned, other hand sliding about her waist and finding no such resistance there, he would pull her in against his side. Zyllenna blinked, then twitched when his hand squeezed at one of her ass cheeks. "Is this the way you humans greet one another? I saw your hounds greet, they also seemed to have a fascination with one another's behind. Zyll doesn't like it, you hurt." She replied in a thoughtful, yet miffed voice, before she leaned forward and snaked a hand around his waist. "Is this correct?" Suddenly Adam squawked in pain, and shoved Zyllenna back to grab at his ass cheek where five tiny holes now adorned his pants, and his hide. Being thrown back, Zyllenna stumbled but quickly caught herself and fell into a crouch, the room erupting in laughter once more.
This seemed to infuriate Adam who swept the room with a glare that only minutely quieted the rowdy men. "That fucking hurt you wench!" He snarled, and stormed forward, his pride had taken hit and he wasn't happy.
Puzzled by his reaction, the fae creature withdrew her blade, the inscriptions a coal black as of now, and drew back her lips, barring her shark like teeth. "You wench!" She mimicked, then added. "You threaten? Zyll does not like that, you will bleed now." In her crouched position, Zyll sprung at Adam, the fae blade hissing as it arced through the air. However, before her blade could connect, his brother dived in from her side, knocking her to the ground and then rolled to sit atop.
Zyllenna snapped at him, her free hand closing into a fist and slamming into the side of the drunken's face. Just as she does so she felt a tug on her blade, followed by a hiss. One of the other men, not the brother, had tried to disarm her only to be stung by the blade. He wrung his hand, dancing back, while the second brother's head snapped back from the punch. The Banshee shifted her grip on the blade, bringing the hilt down on his head.
The brother went limp, black out for a moment, and was heaved off, the fae rolling to her feet to plunge toward Adam's abdomen. He fumbled for his own blade, but it slipped from his grasp when Zyllenna's blade sunk in. No blood seeped from that wound, yet the inscriptions on the blade would light up crimson and she wrenched the blade free.