There was the sound of glass shattering, and then Fletcher collapsed to the ground.
Fenris sighed, acting annoyed.
"Thanks for that," she snapped at Nik, but before she could say anything else, a voice sounded through the room. Aikios's voice. He had gotten up as soon as he heard the glass break, and was concernedly glancing their way, a shred of nonchalance in his eyes.
"Is everything alright? Can I do anything?" He asked, begining to make his way over to them. The other patrons in the room seem unphased, except for the werewolf fighter that was with Aikios, him right on Aikios's tail.
"Hmm. No. He's been hit worse." Fenris said, pretending to be annoyed and impatient.
"Wait. Actually, You can let me borrow your medbay," Fenris finally said.
Aikios looked shocked.
"What, and let you just use all my supplies? I think not."
Fenris sighed, her eyes darkening alittle.
"A moment of silence, please, for this poor soul's intelligence."
She stepped up to Aikios, eyes narrowing at him.
"You listen to me, horseflake. I'm taking Fletch to your medbay. I'm going to tend to his wounds. Savvy that?"
The fighter next to Aikios bristled, a growl emitting from his throat.
Fenris turned her attention on him.
"You rescind that," the fighter ordered.
"Hmmm. No. I don't think I will," Fenris said, her canines glinting in the candlelight.
The fighter lunged for Fenris, and Fenris dodged to the left, grabbing a wooden chair and slamming it into the fighter, the chair shattering, and the fighter falling to the floor.
"Oops."
Aikios merely watched all of this unfold, eyes narrowed, but saying nothing.
"You can go tend to your fighter's wounds...after I tend to my friends," she said.
And with that, she picked up Fletcher and left.