The chaos continues.

This guy was quick to take advantage of the confusion. As much as I appreciate the view, this is pretty screwed up. I better step in before it gets worse. Though, I hope it doesn't make me look too much like Elyndar "White Knight" Imaeris.

You draw your sword from the fancy scabbard at your side and point it threateningly in the man's direction. "Gross," is all you say.

The man's brow furls. Slowly, he lets go of the dress and allows it to fall back to her legs, but he immediately reaches back to unlatch his axes. He bangs chipped metal together in front of him, and it's no wonder they're in such bad shape. His scarred knuckles squeeze the grip as he steps towards you at an unnervingly slow speed--grin stretched across his face.

"I'm gross?" he snarls. "I'll show you gross, little prissy boy. Before this chaos dies down, maybe I'll take off an arm or two. That'll show you for getting in my way."

He swings vertically down with the weight of left axe, but you raise your weapon in time to block. There's an incredibly strength you didn't expect, however, and your legs nearly buckle under the shock. Next comes a swing of his other from the side, so you swiftly dodge backwards. This guy's a psycho, but he's predictable.

You make your move to counterattack, but then you hear Amara's voice from behind him shout, "Celestial Blast!". Suddenly, a shower of glowing energy erupts from behind his back. You take that opening to drive the pummel if your sword directly into his stomach. He reels over in pain and his eyes roll back, and just like that, he crashes to the ground. Smoke rises up from tears running up the back of his garb, and behind him stands the elf with her hands out-stretched--rosy cheeks lit up above a smile.

"Good one," you praise. "And our lady friend is nowhere to be seen. Hopefully things are working for her."

She turns with a frown. "Such ****. It is mostly ceaseless bickering, but look there. Some people are hurt, especially those trying to stop the woman with green skin. It appears that not even her companion can calm things down. Let us help." Then, she starts hurrying in said direction.

You follow suit. "Just be careful!"

Everything reaches its climax once Lady Relestel, the matron of the house, has had enough. Her commanding voice shakes those around her as she speaks up, and it carries far. For those who didn't hear, they feel its effects from those around them, like a shockwave of red-faced fury.

"Cease this at once!" She then grabs Imaeris by the shoulder and spins him around. "I'm surprised at you, joining the conflict as well. Control your companion this instant. The rest of you should be ashamed. Clean yourselves up and cease acting like children in my home! Ridiculous."

"But m'lady, I--" Imaeris starts to reply.

"No buts. Sheathe your blade, paladin."

He admits defeat and does as she asks. One by one, people begin to settle down, and tidy up their misses. Some begin to leave, either out of shame or anger.

You look around to see Amara tending to some of the injured. Nobody was critically wounded, though she casts a series of Minor Heal spells to close up scrapes and cuts and ease their pain. She moves between each patient with an increasing lack of focus. As she continues, she begins looking exhausted at a rate faster than one would expect from any caster--face flushed red, breathing erratic. She begins walking strangely, like something is the matter.

Imaeris begins following Lady Relestel as she walks away, frantically apologizing. Meanwhile, you're left on your own. His companion, however, is nearby. She looks to you, and once your eyes meet, it feels too strange not to at least gesture a greeting nod.

The finely dressed half-orc heads in his direction, but stops for a moment as she passes you, and cracks her knuckles. "Sorry for the boss' behaviour," she says.

You raise your eyebrows, surprised.

"I can see ya didn't expect me to say that," she adds. "Yeah. We get that a lot. He's got a noble heart though, somewhere up his ass. Don't 'em him get to ya."

"Thanks. I uh, appreciate that."

"That's some good people ya got." She turns her gaze to Amara, who is currently stumbling in this direction. "Girl is using so much mana to help those strangers that she's burning up, like she's got a fever. I didn't even know magic could do that. Anyway, see ya around. Oh, and call me Teka."

If only she knew...

Just as she wanders off, Amara approach you from behind. She places her hand over your shoulder and sighs. When she speaks, her voice is shaky. "I think I overdid it," she whispers.

You turn to face the flustered girl. "Is that right?" You watch as her legs shift around awkwardly, like she's having difficulties staying comfortably in one position.

She turns her head to the crowd. "But I helped many guests." When she turns her head back, she has a strange opened smile on her face--quiet but heavy breaths escaping out through her lips.

In turn, you stare blankly back. You then move your hand up, and slide it softly up her ear from the bottom all the way to the tip.

She responds with an obvious shiver, and her mouth widens more as she lets out a **** moan. "Wh-Why did you do that?!"

"Are they more sensitive now?"