Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20160425233615/@comment-5543592-20160502195224

Crimson looked surprised and little shocked. "Ya want to cauterize a few men simply 'cause they were planning on robbing us or maybe worse?"

He then looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Yeah, alright, sure, could be fun." He decided. "Allow me ta make the first move of the game."

Crimson bolted upright, his chair falling over with a crash at the quickness of the movement.

Half the tavern was too loud to notice, but the side they were on took notice. The three men even jumped a bit, hands going to knives. Crimson turned to them, stabbing a finger in their direction.

"'Ey!  Don't think I don't see ya!" He had their attention, and they looked at him warily, a little confused. He saw them, but what did he mean?

"Yeah, you!  In the golden-embrodiered doublet!" The men frowned, glancing down at themselves and behind them. Who would be wearing a golden doublet in a place like this?

That's when Crimson picked up his chair and tossed it at them. The furniture sailed across the room, before hitting one fellow in the chest and knocking him flat.

There was a pause, the air itself seeming to hold breath, before the bar immediately erupted into action. Some ran for the doors, others drew their beltknives, the strongarms attempted to keep control, and the three men---the one who Crimson had knocked down rising--came for Agatha and the Archer, eyes alight.