Mythica's amused face quickly vanished from her expression as she witnessed Flint fall to the floor, pissed drunk again. She gave a heavy sigh before the only standing pirate turned his attention back to her. "Guess I win then lass." he said, cackling through his yellowed teeth. "Seems so." she responded coldly, before flipping a few gold pieces his way. Even though they both knew the pirate didn't do anything to hinder the captain's movement. Although she wasn't here to make enemies.
She simply lowered her hat and leaned back against the counter. However before she could demand another drink, she felt a large, greasy hand fall on her leg. She flung her head around, her eyes pissed with what she assumed the man was trying to do. It was the same pirate who she recently gave a few gold pieces to. "I see ye got a sword. Why not triple the stakes?" he grinned, patting his own blade. Mythica hesitated for a moment, because of the awkward position his hand was. She was about to accept his offer, but then he made the wrong move.
His hand slipped farther up her thigh. Wrong move. With a quick burst of magic, he found him self staggering backwards before Mythica lunged forward. She ducked under his arm, and grabbed his blade from its sheath. With a quick turn, she was behind him, and kicked him against the counter. Within an instant she lunged forward again, holding the sword.
"AUGH!" The man yelled. His hand lay stuck the counter, oozing with blood. Lodged in between the bones of his hand was his dull rusted razor, stuck several feet into the wood below it.