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You really ought to calm down on the drink, lass, he'd always tell her. Something about those words always struck a nerve in her, though she'd never openly admit it. To be perfectly honest, Yazmyn was well aware that it was starting to become a problem, especially with how often she'd started frequenting these types of places in the past year or so. But the girls! The booze! The rowdy people gathered! The laughs! The... the... yeah, in her mind, her presence at the bar couldn't really be helped. A Yazmyn-esque answer would simply be that she was just killing time and looking for a prize to hunt and bring back to her place, to lay a trap under her own bed sheets. One could try to delve into the real answer behind her increased presence at pubs and the like, but it was unlikely that the young Hunter would admit anything. Being in constant pain wasn't something she really enjoyed admitting.
Epilogue's hard fingers gently wrapped around the glass the barkeep pushed in front of her, the brown liquid reflecting her lavender eyes, mixing and making them look like honey. She snorted to herself, never one too many, kiddo, she thought to herself before downing the entire thing. Having liquid death flow down your throat felt like heaven. She could almost immediately feel it hit her head and numb her a little. Christ it felt like bliss. "Oi, barkeep. One more. Tab's on Jaeger."
He gave her a sideways glance; definitely looked a little irritated. Fuck, did that mean that old bastard owed this place too? Where the hell could a girl get a drink on the house? Geez.
"Fine, fine," she waved him and his visible irritation off with a wave of her hand. Digging into her pocket, she fished out a some pocket change, "Here. Make it double. And chase it for me with a shot, would you? I'm feeling lucky tonight." The wink she gave the barkeep was all he needed to know to sigh and shake his head. This wasn't the first time the girl was there. When it was the first, the guy actually thought she was hitting on him and tried to strike up a conversation. Little did he know Yazmyn wasn't really into that whole thing dabbling between his legs. That was an amusing conversation. And an even better ploy to get that girl that was listening into her bed.
All part of the plan.
With a glass eventually in her hand, Yazmyn leaned back on the bar, her eyes watching over the people gathering into the pub. The usual faces - working class, most of whom spent a good portion of their lives working over at the Heavy Industrial sector. You could actually still smell the oil and tar on them and the blonde Hunter absolutely loved it. Made her feel at home, honestly. What she also loved, of course, was that these people didn't give a damn about anything. They worked hard and they partied even harder, and that was explicitly on display when one of the men stood up and finally felt those last few pints hit him square across the face. He stumbled a little in his step, trying to reach for the bar to get another order going... and Yaz, chuckling in amusement, had to lean out of the way a little so the guy didn't bump into her and fall flat on his ass.
"Careful there, big guy. Floorboards will give if you fall over," she said as she took a quick sip of her drink, turning back to the bar.
Glazed out of his mind, the drunk man glanced at the Hunter. Going by how drunk he was, it felt like he was staring at the sun itself. I know I'm a catch and I know the alcohol is making me a catch on crack, but holy crap. It was pretty amusing how he was already undressing her in his head.
"These floor...boards... will give after what we... do... baby..." He managed to stammer out, burp and all, making the girl snort in more amusement.
"Yeah, no thanks. Not really interested in the whole man musk you got going on over there, bud," Yazmyn replied, offering him a short wink.
"Come on... don't be like that!" She couldn't tell what it was. The inability to notice her metal arm, her physique, or just the alcohol being at work, but this guy actually tried to grab her arm. If this was any other night she might've played along for the hell of it, but tonight the alcohol had Yazmyn feeling feisty and she made that very clear when she grabbed his outstretched hand and twisted it to the point that his wrist almost broke. He cried out in pain, begging to let go, while all Yaz could do was chuckle. When his friends suddenly stood up, she knew it was go time.
First goal of the night: Get respectably drunk. Second goal of the night: Get yourself a girl to bring back home. Should the second goal fail, two-point-five: Have some fun by punching somebody in the face. Without people knowing it was your fault to begin with, of course.
Goal three: Get yourself a girl to bring back home anyway.
Yep, everything was still going according to plan.
As the three men began doing their thing, by which we mean rushing at her in their drunken stupor, Yazmyn too her time to drink the shot of strong liquor she had ordered to chase the whiskey with and immediately hopped off of her stool. She was now on top of the bar, smiling and giggling while avoiding the drunk men trying to catch her legs. She hopped off and landed on the side of the table the three men previously sat at, tilting it with her weight and making it rise so it hit one of the goons directly in their chin. She kicked a smaller chair up and then kicked it again with her other leg, hitting another square in the chin. Both of them stumbled back, hitting some other people on their way down... and said people, also being fairly intoxicated, didn't really appreciate that messing up whatever conversations they were so deeply enthralled in. So, of course, they stood up with their best mean guy face and began talking with their fists. It was a beautiful chain-reaction, if she were to be painfully honest. A chain reaction that set the whole pub into a frenzy.
A chain-reaction that had Yazmyn giggling like a kid at a candy store as she partook.
...all while the barkeep groaned and went outside to find some help before his entire bar was torn to pieces.
Post by Yngrid Reiner on Nov 14, 2019 21:47:05 GMT
YNGRID REINER
Vantalux Enforcer
''One day I will be the one moving the train!''
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An Enforcer's duty is to keep peace and safety at it's very best, indeed something Yngrid took very seriously and likely took as priority above all else during her duty. In a city such as Vantalux there was bound to be at least something to do everyday, she has already written five fines, escorted three troublemakers and aided an old woman across the busy street. Not exactly the kind of day she felt like she did her outmost best, infact it was rather quiet, perhaps Yngrid are taking the silence for granted, maybe she shouldn't be so angsty about doing something?
She took a few more steps and reached to a corner of the four way street, leaning against the brickwall and pulled out her self aclaimed staff notebook from her hip pocket and began to skribble into the rugged pages with the tip of her finger, writing down anything suspicious she can see from her current position, but also refining her writing, she did have a rather smooth calligraphy.
''Tall, dusky hair, fuzzy eyebrows, hmm, big nose, that old man stands out, but not really moving a whole lot.'' She kept on writing and eyed a new individual, just a few meters from her, who was eyeing at the young Enforcer, but quickly averting their eyes away once Yngrid catches a glimp of them. ''Low height, sloppy shoulders, let's see... hands in pockets, so he definitely are not doing the same thing, he might just be eerie around us Enforcers..'' She lets out a mental sigh and flipped a new page and tapped the edge of it, scanning the many roads separating from the large circle, she felt like getting desperate at this point and grunted a bit. ''Is there absolutely nothing I can do? Not even someone calling out for help? Just anything!''
-Anyone! Enforcers! Heeelp!-
Huh, ask and you shall recieve, Yngrid's eyes lightened up and smoothly slipped her notebook into the pocket faster than you could you say help another time, since she got straight up front the bartender who stood outside of the trouble inducing bar. ''Enforcer Reiner at your service! What's the commotion-'' She halted her question and heard the large rampage going on downstairs through the doors, but the stairs takes too long! Every second matters! Yngrid had to get inside immeditaly and sprung to the side. She reached a window that was way high from the bottom floor of the bar. She crashes through the dirty tinted panels of fragile glass and quickly got the attention from the majority of the bar. Her feet landing on the rough ground, glass scattering about, bounding off from her body upon impact, her left hand gripping her trusty weapon hanging from her back, ready to use it if necessary.
''Okay, fun's over! Time to-''
''HUAAAH!''
With a sudden interruption she saw a large figure appear before her, a brute nearly twice has size attempted to slam his fist down at her position, but she did not move away or scream, she raised her arm and took one powerful grip at the wrist of the brute's arm, halting it halfway down. ''Hold it!'' She roared out before delivering a tilted uppercut against the brute's stomach, her fist plowing against the hard surface, sinking her knuckles against the black fabric of his shirt and knocking the ever living shit out of the brute, making him puke just a bit, all out of air and falls on his knees and coughs violently. Yngrid huffs and jumps at the bar and raises her whistle to her mouth and blows it loud, to fully get the attention.
''Stop this fight right this instant citizens! This is your final warning! Everyone with their fists down, now!''
Okay so, plans are nice. Like they're just these super nice things that you draw up in your head, sometimes make some notes on a piece of paper, draw your plan out, maybe give them some life through some scribbles or doodles... if you want to go the extra mile you might even want to fully memorize it, learn every detail, account for every possible mistake and/or circumstance, and develop some counter-measures for shit that might happen down the line that threaten to fuck your plans up. Plan Bs, Cs, Ds... whatever, right? Lots of people do this. Make back-up plans for back-up plans, all to ensure that what they've got planned doesn't go down the drain. All according to plan. So many pompous assholes have said that... Yazmyn couldn't lie, she always enjoyed screwing their plans up in one way or another. But now?
Well, now that she was the one whose plans were being screwed up, she couldn't exactly say she was enjoying it.
Karma's a bitch.
Who's Karma? Yaz had no fucking clue. Some imaginary goddess she read about in a work of fiction that detailed high-rise houses, smaller, mobile trains - automobiles, I think they called them... cars? Eh, something like that - metal birds that carried people from place to place quite quickly, some weird devices seemingly everybody had in their pocket, which was also some kind of gateway to what people called 'social media' and, apparently, it was because of said 'social media' that lots of people were depressed and stuff. It was a weird book, really. Interesting in its own right but super weird.
Anyway, getting sidetracked.
"Oh shi-" Too lost in her own hazy head reminiscing weird books the blonde Huntress was barely able to duck down and avoid a punch that came almost out of nowhere. By this point the entire pub had gotten rowdy and started something of a Brawlhalla - don't ask, Yaz reads far too many dumb books on her time off - with everybody punching everybody. Heck at some point one guy decided to throw an entire table across the bar, hitting some poor kid square in the face. That probably stung something nasty. She'd definitely have something to laugh about in the morning.
Yazmyn though, for her part, was just having fun. Dancing around the fighting masses was easy enough for the skilled Hunter, snaking around punch after punch, kick after kick. Her movements had such precision and suave behind them far too often said punches and kicks ended up hitting somebody else entirely. Whenever she finally decided to hit back on occasion, the girl always avoided using The Epilogue - she was so used to using both arms for dumb fights like this actually remembering not to felt like something of a chore to the young woman. She certainly didn't want to accidentally kill anybody, and with how sturdy that arm was that wasn't an impossibility if she put too much oomph behind the blow. All she really used it for in this scenario was to block an odd hit here or there - and said blocks made her attackers recoil quite painfully. She could've sworn she heard the bones in someone's fingers cracking when they decided to punch her cheek and ended up hitting her Vanta arm's forearm. Poor guy.
Laughing, giggling, and feeling oddly alive within the aforementioned Brawlhalla, Yazmyn would sometimes sneak to the bar in between all the fighting to get herself a drink while nobody was looking, ducking when something came flying at her as she was brewing something nasty. The alcohol had made her all but forget the consistent pain she was feeling due to the Epilogue being attached to her and it felt like bliss. Afterwards, she'd go back to joining the fight, having reinvigorated herself and her newfound pain-killers. A shove there, a kick there, the girl did nothing that hurt people directly besides defending herself if need be. Whatever she did mostly just caused people to get angrier with one another. She was like an evil mischievous imp mingling with people far too angry to see reason and she enjoyed the hell out of it.
Why? Well. Tonight was a strange night and she was out to have some fun.
Again, all part of the plan.
Yet... just as the start of this here written garbage had indicated, plans sometimes go awry no matter how you go about creating them. This was no different. This little foil came crashing in through the goddamn window, in all of her Enforcer glory. Christ that blue uniform couldn't have been shining in her face any brighter. She announced herself, fodderized a poor lad right on the spot, and made her intimidating presence very known. It was actually pretty impressive, Yazmyn couldn't lie.
Then again whatever plan that Enforcer girl had, Yazmyn had already laid the foundations for it to fail. With how badly she's aroused the crowd - yes, wording very much intended - they barely listened despite this newcomer being a pretty tall presence. The fight had stopped for the briefest of moments to acknowledge the Enforcer's presence... and went right back on in all its stupidly amusing glory. Yazmyn could only giggle to herself as she hid behind the crowd, snaking her way towards the girl.
Well, my plan to have this be the blast of all blasts has already failed courtesy to this girl, but I think I can still have some fun. And, hey, I still need to uphold my position as a Hunter, so I kinda have to go help her anyway.
With that being the ever innocent thought process running through Yazmyn's mind, she quickly sprung into action. There was one lad that was trying to catch the newcomer off guard. With a chair in his hands, he was just about to swing it at the back of her head... until Yazmyn came crashing in with a boot in his face, knocking him out cold.
Smirking, she stood up straight and offered the Enforcer a salute, "G'day officer, Yazmyn Noir, Hunter. Figured you could use some help, if I may," she said, her voice all sing-songy.
Plan B's and plan C's. All according to plan.
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Last Edit: Nov 16, 2019 15:32:46 GMT by Yazmyn Noir
Just when Yngrid thought this whole event was about to ease off it just re-ignited back by pure solidified instinct, did these people not know anything else other than farming? It briefly made her wonder if they even know how to pluck up a parsnip without ruining their backs, or you know, fundamental basics of survival. With a clear unsamused yet defeated expression splattered all over her face she knew she needed to be alot more rough, and direct, to knock some sense into these drunkards. She huffed up some air and knocked her knuckles into eachother before doing a strong jump from the bardesk to gain some distance further into the room. ''Gotta get into the center and kill the tension off!''
Did she expect any better from the common folk? Of course she does, she exists solely on defending them and protecting them from danger but when both sides are the same, then things starts to get awkward. She couldn't go all out even if she truly wanted this to end as fastest as possible. So without getting her Vanta weapon ready she clenched her fists and let the surface of her skin grow more and more dark, until spikes and rough shapes emerges into greater sizes.
What she didn't expect was someone actually trying to hit her from behind, what a cheap guy! But before Yngrid had intentions of pulling her coal covered limb up to protection, an unknown individual jumped right in and kicked the sucker straight down. She was like a lioness with bombshell attitude and maybe a few too many drinks, and apparently a Hunter? Yngrid felt unsure about her, but nevertheless she felt thankful towards the blonde. Yngrid gave a formal nod and tugged her officer hat tighter on her head. ''I very much feel gratitude towards you citizen! But I must require you to stand back and get out of here!'' Yngrid might appreciate help, but she knows her duty as an Enforcer to ensure no life are uneccessarily put into risk, and for her she couldn't see other Vel as tools, just someone she needed to protect.
''Don't worry, I will silence this bar war in no time!'' She told the lioness while turning away towards the heated scene, giving her a thumbs up for assurance before the limb becomes coal covered, now possessing two solid arms ready for brawling. She stepped forward and raising her arms, seeing upcoming men with more than intentions of hurting her, with their raised up chairs and roaring mouths it could terrify most common folk, but Yngrid was polished with discipline, to such a level that she won't ever back down from mere fear. She slammed both ends of her coal arms against their chests, using her surprising superior strength to slam them both against their backs on the wooden floor. And before they could even retaliate she increased the volume of the coal around their chests arms, pinning the two lads like a pair of mice trapped in a mouse trap.
''This is for your own safety!'' She quickly stated before knowing more was coming her way, Yngrid clenched her hands once more and made her limbs even heavier, pushing back not one, not two, but three guys at once, all the way through the bar until hitting a wall where they get trapped in the growing black mass of rough dusky stone. But this bar fight was quite big and still needed a decent of work left. She blew her whistle once more, backhanding a drunk lad while doing so. ''Down down down!'' She pushed the man down and knocking him out with her elbow to the side of his head, that was when another brute came behind her and took a grip around her arms, she gritted her teeth and got quite mad and annoyed by all of this. Not letting the brute have his way Yngrid spent her entire body's posture and tower toss the brute over her, slamming the guy against another man, which then chain reacts to a table getting crushed by the two.
''Stop resisting! I probably don't even have enough paper to deliver this many fines!''
Push me and I'll push back I'm done asking, I demand
All things considered, Yazmyn was a little taken aback by the Enforcer girl's response. There they were, smack dab in the middle of the Brawlhalla of all Brawlhallas, all caused by her own mischievous mind that was too bored for another simple evening, and this girl still refused the help of a licensed Hunter. The blonde had to actually wonder if this Enforcer had a couple of screws loose. Then again, with the brawn behind her bark, and the very clear intention of showing it, Yazmyn figured some of what she said wasn't entirely unjustified.
Crossing her arms, Yazmyn just watched Yngrid work with keen interest. Her movements were more brutish than anything, but holy cow was the woman strong. She couldn't really tell at first due to that annoyingly blue and stuffy Enforcer uniform, but turns out the girl had quite the battle ready physique under all that uniform stuff. Though, on second observation, Yngrid's moves possessed a strange type of suave behind them. She was definitely overflowing with confidence and it showed to have quite the effect. The more of her attackers fell to her hand the less motivated the rest of them were, despite how intoxicated with alcohol and high on adrenaline they were. It was definitely quite the sight to behold. Amusing, to be sure, but also quite curious too. Considering how lawful this woman seemed, she wondered if the Enforcers were actually changing, bit by bit.
Yazmyn's own experience with Enforcers left a lot to be desired, if she were to be painfully honest. Being of Noir blood and carrying that almost forgotten name on her shoulders, Yazmyn had gotten a lot of flak from the Central Government of Vantalux. Simply taking into account that she was jailed immediately after being rescued by Jaeger from eight years of captivity and torture was enough to put the Government into question. Then, even after she was released, she was under constant surveillance. Many Enforcers were less than... well, friendly, let's say, to the resident blonde Huntress. She couldn't even tell you how many unsanctioned friskings she had to go through, most of which ended up in fights that went either way. Ah well. Let bygones be bygones, as they say. She wasn't really upset about it all, though it wouldn't be a stretch to say that Yazmyn didn't exactly trust the navy blues.
She continued to admire Yngrid's work as she herself bobbed and weaved among the crowd, dodging punches, kicks, shoves and all of that similar fun stuff. The bright, excited smile was still on her face, yet a little controlled by now since, well, we had an Enforcer in the same room as her. If Yazmyn seemed too excited Yngrid would likely begin to suspect something, and we really didn't want that to happen, did we?
Slowly, the girl snaked her way towards the bar again, hopping over the counter gracefully. She saw a barback hiding behind it, scared out of her mind. She stuttered the second she saw the blonde, blue hair falling over terrified eyes. Yazmyn blinked, a little surprised at not having noticed this gem. Then, she smiled and crouched down to her level, yet kept her distance so she didn't scare the already shaking girl further.
"It's okay lass, nobody's going to hurt you. I promise," the Huntress explained with a calm, confident voice. "The popo are already here and taking care of the situation. Shouldn't be long. Until then, I'll stick with you and make sure nobody hurts you, alright?" She seemed a little unconvinced, her whole body hugging the wall in an attempt to maintain her distance. "Look," Yazmyn said, fishing a golden coin out of her pocket... a coin that the bluenette immediately recognized. "See? I'm a licensed Hunter. And while I'm no Enforcer, protecting you guys is still part of my job description." At this, the female seemed to ease up, even if just a little.
Yazmyn looked around the bar, noticing a bottle of scotch. She pointed her thumb at it, "Mind if I pour us a drink? I'll pay for the bottle," the Huntress offered, and continued with a bright grin when the girl nodded uneasily. Uncorking the bottle, she grabbed two glasses and poured them to the brim, fishing out some ice, "Want yours on the rocks or-" she moved her head when a glass came flying at her, dodging it with ease. This seemingly terrified the poor barback, to which Yazmyn kept up her grin to try to calm her down and show that she was in control of the situation, "-mixed with something?"
She gave no answer.
"Both it is!"
After giving the shaking girl her drink, Yazmyn gently touched her hand. While the bluenette did get a little startled by the contact, she didn't recoil. "I'll go help our Enforcer gal handle this a little quicker, okay? I'll be close by though. Just hide and drink that. I'll help you stay calm, yeah?" While still shaky, the girl nodded again.
"Okay..." she finally spoke, and Yazmyn couldn't help but grin again.
"Atta girl."
Standing up straight, Yazmyn took a large swig from her glass - finishing the whole thing in one fell swoop and munching on the ice cubes in her mouth. She grinned to herself at all the chaos, "Sorry, officer!" She yelled out, knowing that Yngrid would hear her. "I know you can handle the situation by yourself, but there's a terrified damsel in distress that I just have to be the white knight for, so consider me your cavalry!" And as soon as the words left her mouth, Yazmyn hopped over the bar in such a way that her feet slammed against some drunk fighter in the form of a drop kick, knocking him out cold on the spot. A punch? Dodged by leaning down, answering with an uppercut that sent the guy flying backwards. A kick to her side? Jumped up only to answer with a spinning roundhouse kick to his head.
She continued this dance, dodging, bobbing and weaving, only offering counters without being openly aggressive, slowly snaking her way to the middle of the pub... until her back gently touched against Yngrid's, her hands up and legs spread into a stance. She grinned and glanced over her shoulder to make eye-contact with the Enforcer, "Lighten up a little, officer. I got your back. Let's dance!"
With that being said, she launched herself into the fray like a lioness hunting for prey!
Post by Yngrid Reiner on Nov 18, 2019 23:03:06 GMT
YNGRID REINER
Vantalux Enforcer
''One day I will be the one moving the train!''
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Now how many more was there anyway?`Yup, Yngrid was unable to count just from the mere sight. For a very brief moment she was unsure to which direction she wanted to aim for, everyone was fighting, so much destruction to local property, the bartender is gonna have a heart attack when coming back inside. Yngrid got frustrated and cracked her knuckles, starting u her production of coal stone around her arms once more before having to duck when a chair was flung at her position. She looked at the chair crashing at the floor before even eyeing at the culprit of this interior crime. Yngrid blew out her whistle and pointed her hand at the man with a pummeled face, but still kicking. ''Property damage, you will stand for your consequences citizen!'' She loudly claimed just before pinning the man down with one arm only, locking him against the floor with the growing large mass of black stone. '*Stay put until another authority figure approaches!'' She didn't have time to write a fine to every single individual, so she just had to gently inform of their current status, one after another, which then lead to yet another man attempting to hit her from behind with a cheap strike. The brute held the chair high and thrusted it down to ehr much lower figure, but she didn't hesitate to bring her reinforced left arm up to take the blow. But instead of adding in force she instead absorbed the impact and saving the chair. ''You people should know better than to use an innocent chair as a weapon!''
She knocks the air out of the man with her free arm and puts him down on the floor, where she expects him to stay there. It was at that point when most of the people around her takes notice of her streak of take downs, and they all got hostile glares at her. ''Great great, they finally take notice of things around them at least-'' Being cut short with her mental notes she looked back at the other side of the bar where the blondie rised up from the bardesk with a small announcement. Yngrid felt a tremendous wave of aggravating pain, why was the Hunter joining back in? This was not her task to do this! Yngrid truly wanted to just straight up kick the lioness out of the bar. ''No! Miss, you will go outside before things get out of hand!'' With barely any breathing room she was lashed at by at least four men, she had to retreat and play tactical with these guys. Yngrid might rely on her own strength, but she was also trained to handle troublesome people with expertise! Using her rough coated arms to block the incoming punches was the easy part, the hard part was to make sure no other jackass tried to hit her behind again, these people really liked to play dirty don't they? ''You're forcing me to do this citizen!'' She knew there was no use in talking anymore, it was an animal house and the worst kind at that. She hit the guy onfront dead on his kisser and jabbed away with her heavy coal arms, pushing them back and giving each a real knockout, a dozen of broken teeth for certain.
Now numbers was far less, and focus from everyone got alot more sharper, and directed at the officer in navy blue. Yngrid increased the volume a bit more in her coal arms since plenty has fallen off from all the hitting. With men getting on the same idea she was quickly surrounded, that is until she felt a gentle bump against her back. At instinct she immeditaly thought it was yet another cheap drunkard trying to hit her from behind, but when seeing the clear flowy golden hair there was no mistake it was that darn troublesome Hunter. ''I understand your excitement, but this is no place for fun miss! Your safety is my priority and you should know better than to play with fire! Just duck from the strikes, they only hit with horizontal swings..'' Yngrid knew that her words just spoken now wasn't enough to reach the Hunter to a rational level, she could only hope for the best, and that hope slowly got shorter when a large grumbling noise was heard across the room, from the one corner she hasn't visited yet. A large individual, clearly way bigger than others, and with one powerful stomach, rose up from their slumber.
''Mmmmmruuugh, noise too many, noise not good!''
With a gurgling husky voice the large man, with unnatural size, took aim at the officer, clearly this man was some form of a gang leader, or someone that no one dared to go up against. And that fact was very clear when the drunkards got reasonable and stepped aside, letting the enormous man get to the center of the bar, angered hostile eyes glueing at the two girls. ''Me want just sleeeep!!!''
Yngrid gave a bit of a gulp, cause holy crap that guy packed some size, naturally afflicted and very dirty. Things got really dangerous right now, it was no longer about safety to the citizens, but now also hers, she just hoped the Hunter didn't plan anything stupid. ''My apologies sir, but I am gonna have to request you to step back! This is an official warning!'' Even Yngrid knew her warning didn't do much justice to the circumstances, but she had to stay true to her procedures as a loyal Enforcer, and protector of people. But she got an idea, just a very slight idea, a swift throught going through her head that gives her a conclusion to rely on. The guy is obviously taking all the attention, and if someone can bring down this bastard down it will surely put fear into these drunkards, and cease this mindless barfight once and for all.
Yazmyn had to pause for a second; she couldn't lie, this Enforcer girl was a little nuts. There she was, a licensed, government approved Hunter, offering her aid for an Enforcer to utilize in as sticky a situation as this has become, and she refused it? Like, okay, you could argue that she was, as Yngrid herself had said, trying to make sure all of the civilians were safe... but Yazmyn wasn't exactly a civilian. Sure, she didn't have the authority or the same permission to operate within the walls that an Enforcer had, but she was far from incapable of handling herself. Even beyond her track record, her actual position as a Hunter would've stated as much. Not to some people, apparently. The blonde wasn't exactly sure why Yngrid was trying so hard. Was she gunning for a promotion of some kind? That would be what Yazmyn's rather cynical opinion of Enforcers would immediately lead her to assume, then again she was able to keep an open mind. Was Yngrid just bored and trying to have fun, much alike Yazmyn herself was? Who knows? The Huntress didn't know this Enforcer girl well enough. Or was she literally just a goody-two-shoes out here trying to do the right thing, completely by the books? Probably. That was the most plausible answer given what information Yazmyn had at her disposal.
Whichever the case was, the blonde Huntress was already in the midst of the fray. Playing with fire? That was kind of funny considering she was the fire both literally and figuratively , but of course nobody really needed to know that.
"Fun? Whatever do you mean?~" Yazmyn replied aloud in much too a sing-song voice for it to seem even remotely genuine. "All I'm doing is helping you keep the peace~" and as the word's left the blonde's mouth, she launched herself into the air, landing with her foot on top of a poor guy's face, forcing him to the ground. The back of his head hit the wooden floor tiles of the bar rather harshly, knocking him out cold on the spot. Grinning as she turned over her shoulder to notice a few more fighters rushing at her, the girl ducked a swipe coming at her and then transitioned into a roll when a second fighter tried to kick her. From her roll Yazmyn immediately rebounded into an uppercut when she got in close to one of the guys - far too close for him to be able to react properly. He was sent flying on top of a table that Yazmyn later hopped up on, snickering as she avoided several more hits much alike a cat would. In one quick motion, Yazmyn hopped up to avoid an incoming punch, and then slammed her feet down on the edge of the table she was on, crouching as she did so. The action, quite amazing to the eye, sent the unconscious body of the previous fighter crashing into the guy who had just tried punching the Huntress, pinning him down to the ground.
"Whoops," Yazmyn said as she ducked another punch. Acting quick, she grabbed the hand of the man who attacked her and tried to fling him over her shoulder... only to kind of fail considering how heavy this man was. "Aw fuck," she ended up being flung to the side herself, barely able to correct her posture lest the side of her head hit a wall. Rebounding quickly once again, she kicked off of said wall and countered with a superman punch directly into the guy's face, knocking him out cold.
And then it happened. The Goliath to their David suddenly decide to wake the fuck up. Porkchop, is what Yazmyn knew he was called. Either because he was quite a big fellow, or because he wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. But Porkchop was... well, shit. He seemed like a pain in the ass to deal with. Just his towering form was enough to cover both Yngrid and Yazmyn in a dark shadow, and the Huntress couldn't help gulping down some saliva that had built up in her throat. Lavender eyes darted towards Enforcer girl and Yazmyn honestly couldn't blame Yngrid when she saw that she was a little concerned as well. Though from the looks of things it seemed like the Enforcer's focus was entirely on Porkchop now, which, in retrospect, made sense. He was the beefiest, most intimidating motherfucker around. It was very painfully clear that the people at the bar actually feared him a little. And so Yaz's thoughts aligned with Yngrid's - take him down. The rest would follow on their own. If they don't give up, they'd lose any motivation they had entirely, by which point taking out the rest would be a cakewalk.
Yazmyn then decidedly acted fast. Using her agility, the blonde Huntress darted into the small crowd of remaining fighters, bobbing and weaving her way through them. She circled the bar as fast and quiet as she could, positioning herself so she was quite a ways behind Porkchop. She investigated the situation carefully, making sure not to screw things up lest everything goes even more out of hand. Porkchop was a big lad and taking him down would be no minor feat. The Enforcer girl could very likely accomplish that on her own but in order for this type of intimidation to work on the other fighters present, this needed to be as one-sided a victory as possible. This meant that the two of them working together would likely be more effective at showing the drunks at the bar that it was probably better for them to simmer down and sober the fuck up.
Evaluating the situation and deeming now to be the right time to act as Porkchop kept mumbling shit that didn't make sense and was slowly approaching Yngrid, the blonde Huntress acted. She darted towards him, quick and precise, almost like a big cat pouncing on her prey. She went low, leaning down, and cocked her fist back as she approached. Using both of her momentum and the strength behind her metal arm, Yazmyn swiped her fist directly at the inner side of Porkchop's knee as she slid by him. The large man immediately moaned out in pain as he was forced to the ground, on one knee, providing the Enforcer with an opening. Grinning when her plan was succeeded, Yazmyn made eye contact with Yngrid.
Yngrid was set on going upfront against the big lad, he was big so naturally hitting reckless big strikes are simple, however with his weight from mere eye observation told the young Enforcer that even her own strength wouldn't push the piggy around. What fascinated her though is the amount of alcohol this big guy must've consumed to get drunk, his size is no joke and certainly needed a few galloons to even make the fucker dizzy. Yngrid quietly exhaled and inhaled, staring at the big baddie walk slowly, each step giving a very faint quake to the floor, even shattering a few old planks. ''Okay, okay.. everything is gonna be alright, you should leave now, miss- eh?'' Yngrid couldn't see the blonde lass from the corner of her eye anymore. Maybe she finally left, which would put alot of ease to Yngrid's stress, that is until she saw the very noticable flowy long golden hair among the crowd on the side of the bar.
''Wait what are you doing?! Don't do anything stupid..!'' Yngrid wanted to shout out to Yazmyn to get the fuck back, this was definitely a fine after not following restriction orders from an Enforcer. Her attention got caught back quickly by Porkchop who mumbled more lively now, and getting a bit more clear of a mind to speak with. ''Mnnnngh, mnh nh, uuunh...lady with mean face.. annoying!'' He raised both of his fists up and unloaded a roar that many could describe as inhuman. Yngrid had to stay alert more than ever, she readied both of her fists, clenching them together as the familiar black rock began to grow from her arms. ''Mister, I am gonna have to resolve to violent acts if you do not step away!''
Just as she said her last few brave words, the big baddie had both of his arms swinging downwards! But with a solid distraction hit to his leg the big baddie soon faltered with his attempted strike, groaning out in great discomfort of having to fall on his knee, in which impacted the floor with such weight that splinters from wood flung a bit around the bar. ''What-!'' Yngrid didn't have to ask further when seeing Yazmyn giving the confident signal, of course it was her, out from everyone in this room only two stood up against the Porkchop. Yngrid felt greatfull, and did not hesitate to take the chance to deliver decisive blows against the overly sized brute.
She approached quickly as possible and dished out a one-two directly at the bloaty stomach. Each rough hit with her coal coated arms sent ripples through his skin, and likely shocking waves through his organs. It made him feel great pain and instinctively held his stomach and curled forward, only giving her yet another opening. Swining her left arm from the bottom to the top of her body she powed right on his kisser, enough strength to have him fall upwards and straighten his back. ''Guuuuugh- blurgh....'' Unable to speak words he turned dizzy, but quickly grows aggressive once he realizes the pain comes from Yngrid's powerful strikes, leading to his swing his arms down once more at Yngrid, but this time Yngrid could only predict such, crossing her arms and absorbing the brutal swing. However, he had both strength and weight, forcing her to spend her entire body's posture and strength to only hold him back, her feet getting shoved into the floor slowly but surely from fierce pressure. ''ME MAAAAAAAD! GROAAAAARH!'' ''Ngh! C-can't hold this guy for too long-! Nnnngh!'' She could definitely give a decisive blow if she wasn't required both of her arms to hold back his crushing weight. ''Stop- Resisting!!!''
After having dropped Porkchop to his knees, Yazmyn slid aside to safety, putting some distance between herself and the sure to come mayhem. She made sure to get a front row seat, though, as she was pretty sure this Enforcer girl was going to open up a can of whoop-ass on this poor drunken little hippo. Surely enough, Yngrid encased her arms with rock once more, a Vel ability that made the blonde Huntress raise her brow in wonder. She watched the ensuing carnage with keen interest, whistling to herself at the display of sheer strength and power from the woman as she struck him. Her lavender eyes focused on Yngrid's strikes blow for blow, hissing when she thought about the damage Porkchop was undoubtedly sustaining. Gods, that had to smart something horrifying. She seriously wouldn't have like to been at the brunt of that vicious assault. Would've easily left her hospitalized for quite some time... especially after that highly devastating uppercut that she swore should've sent even him flying into the ceiling in an all too comical a fashion...
...and yet it seemed like Porkchop had other ideas. Whether it was the adrenaline, the alcohol, or a little bit of both - the massive man shrugged the beating off like it was nothing, roaring his strange protests to the heavens. Yazmyn watched the scene unfold with clear shock written all over her face. Her body instantly tensed as she went on the alert almost as if on instinct, her foot pedaling backwards just a tad as though she was forming a safety net for herself. Shit this really wasn't what she had signed up for.
However upon closer inspection Yazmyn realized that Yngrid's thunderous assault did actually work on Porkchop. The large man was in the middle of a vicious frenzy, yet the blonde Huntress could tell he wasn't all there. The Enforcer girl's last series of attacks had definitely knocked some screws loose in his head and all he could do was push forward in a dazing rage, attacking her in whichever way the very few brain processes he had left told him to... which to be honest wasn't that varied. It was sloppy and pretty easy to see through, yet the surprising speed between the swipes of his large and powerful arms left little to no room for Yngrid to do anything other than defend. Yazmyn hummed to herself, a small smirk appearing on her face. If she acted quickly and precisely, she could turn the tide of this fight one more time, giving the blue-clad officer one more opening that she was desperately looking for.
The use of excessive force? Well, sometimes it was necessary. Yazmyn wasn't a fan of raising her actual prowess against civilians... but someone as beefed and amped up as Porkchop was could hardly be considered a civilian by this point. If this kept up even our resident Enforcer chica would probably find herself having some problems holding him back before long and so the Huntress figured Yngrid wouldn't give her too much flak for what she was about to do. The large male had completely ignored the blonde's existence - whether it was because he hadn't even noticed her or because he was too dense at this particular point to see anybody but Yngrid... she didn't know. Nor did she really care. All she really needed to be aware of was the opening that this lack of attention have the Huntress. And Yazmyn was nothing if not an opportunist. If she saw a good chance to turn the tide of a fight, she'd take it... and at this point? Well, the festivities had gotten a little boring when she had already laid out the groundwork for the after-party.
She winked at the bluenette hiding behind the bar when she peeked hear head out to inspect the commotion. Yup. Still there. Awesome.
Refocusing on the task at hand, Yazmyn's eyes locked on Porkchop's left leg - the area she had attacked previously to bring him to his knees the first time around. Despite all the booze and whatever the hell else was swirling about in his bloodstream as he attempted to completely squash the Enforcer girl, Yazmyn noticed that his left leg was still a little shaky. Most of Porkchop's weight was centered on his right leg alone as sheer instinct drove him and she couldn't help but hand it to him - or rather, his subconscious - for being aware that his left leg was injured considering the drunken stupor he was in. Yazmyn quickly realized that her choice here was one and only one... and it was hella simple.
Snorting to herself, the blonde once again blasted herself forward full speed, circling around the pub while still remaining behind Porkchop. She jumped onto the bar itself and hopped away from it at the apex of her jump to create even more momentum, angling herself so she was approaching Porkchop. She didn't attack his head or torso. Rather, she waited for the most opportune moment to get as low as she could... lower... lower... all the way to his legs... before he swiped the claws of Epilogue right into his left half and tore into his ligaments... before punching the side of the male's right knee in an attempt to get him to shift his weight onto his left, trying to make him lose his balance and fall directly towards Yngrid, providing the officer with one more opening.
Yazmyn slid along the ground before hoping off and landing on a nearby table, sitting down and crossing her legs as she smirked at Yngrid, "All yours again, officer. Just, please, finish the job this time, would ya?"
Cold hard stone of coal grinding, crackling from each inch the large lad managed to push down to her figure, the dust and small fragments falling around her position made up for a dusty spot, but it was far from the thing she'd worry about considering she could feel the bones in her limbs taking so much of the pressure. Porkchop was practically leaning above Yngrid and her much smaller figure, but the sight of her holding back such a monstrosity did not look realistic, but that's just because people don't know just what kind of harsh training she has been through to muster such enduring will. She just wanted to end this mindless barfight, she warned multiple times, ceased a dozen of drunktards and yet she is met with a very unfortunate wall.
Yngrid was just about to scream out in pain, if she could just make one step to the side she could probably redirect the heavy weighted slam away from her and ease her body, but her feet was stuck and planted, a very bone grinding situation where if someone were to not help soon she would definitely get mushed down into the ground along with her piles of coal rock.
Sure enough aid came in the form of a familiar lioness, with familiar strategy the blonde aimed at the uneven placed feet, if one leg were to falter then surely mister Porkchop would have to readjust his weight and give Yngrid the opportunity to change the situation. Yazmyn did wonderous work and didn't interfere more than a few seconds, the Hunter did not seem to be wanting the hostile attention from Porkchop, but thats exactly what Yngrid was hoping for, for it was her duty to be the one to deal with the attacks!
The pained groan coming out from the drooly mouth of mister Porkchop was the greenlight Yngrid waited for, the shift of his weight moved a bit to the left with his shaking leg falling down, knee deep into the wooden floor. Yngrid roared and used the remaining body strength she kept during the immense pressure, pushing his bundle knuckles to the side and forcing him to slam down against floor. Yngrid gasped and huffed out quick streams of air to just catch her senses back on track. Porkchop was hunched over next to her, droggy and fuzzy from all the alcohol and knuckle sandwiches she made just for him. But before the sucker could even think of getting back up for round two, Yngrid took the time to charge her right arm, within the clumpy mass of coal she clenched her hand and put all of her raw strength into her tired muscles, power slamming Porkchop's head from above with one great strike. The impact pulverizes the coal and dusty cloud of the coal burst out, and resulting Porkchop's head to be quite stuck, and knocked the fuck out.
She looks back at the lioness, not noticing her comment but she knew that swift aid came through just in time for Yngrid, and she couldn't help but to put on a faint smile and a thumbs up. But it was no time for cherishment, she stepped onto Porkchop's knocked out body, standing on his back and blew her whistle out one more time. ''Ooookay everyone! Time for you all to go quietly out! I want everyone to stand in a line right outside!'' Just as she said that, the horns of the back up Enforcers was arriving on the street. Yngrid sighed relieved that the drunktards lost their will and motivation to get violent, and especially with no casualties.
Yngrid jumped down from the fatty's back and shuck off the rest of the coal on her body as she kept eyecontact with Yazmyn. ''I don't know what would have happened if I had to do this alone, but you have my thanks citizen.. I won't charge you of anything- BUT do not try to join in more barfights, okay??'' Last thing Yngrid wanted to do was to give the helpful Hunter a fine or an earful, she respected people who could help, but rules are rules in many cases.
Keen lavender eyes watched the scene unfold with no little amount of interest, a brow quirked in wonder as Yazmyn had propped her chin on the palm of her left hand, elbow resting on the knee of her crossed legs. A small smile adorned her facial features as Porkchop fell forward and Yngrid was immediately on the move, making short work of the massive man who was at the door of a blackout. Yngrid's movement, while a little unrefined and lacking the suave that Yazmyn herself possessed, was clearly contrasted by the sheer strength behind it. The slam ended up looking so horrendously devastating the blonde Huntress inhaled sharply and even cringed a little; if she thought the earlier barrage of punches stung, this one probably sent the drunk way into next week. Well, he'd certainly be feeling that hangover come tomorrow... or whenever he finally woke up after that.
Yazmyn whistled and snickered as Porkchop hit the floor, this time without moving a muscle. Finally the giant behemoth of a man was down. Yazmyn had to hand it to him - he'd probably be a handful to deal with even for her, if she could even fight him while properly avoiding his blows. He was slow, that was for certain. But the kick behind his attacks would've likely ended up putting an actual dent in her face that not even the surgeons back in Haven could fix properly. She hummed to herself, an idea for further training being stored in the back of her head as something she could consider later.
Having noticed Yngrid's smile and thumb up, Yazmyn responded in kind, offering a wide toothy smile of her own and an 'okay' sign with her hand and fingers as though to emphasize 'good job!' Before long Yngrid went back to ushering the crowd out of the bar for safety reasons and the such. This was now something of a crime scene, after all. Speaking of, it was probably better if Yngrid didn't figure out that Yazmyn was the cause of this fight to begin with, huh? With that idea firmly planted in her mind, her focus shifted as she aptly hopped off of the table her buttocks had been occupying. She darted across the pub almost like a cat before silently vaulting over the bar where she remembered the barmaid from before had been hiding. A short gasp followed the second Yazmyn landed in a crouch - a gasp that the Huntress quickly stopped from getting any louder via a her signature smile.
"It's alright now," she said in a quiet, soft tone of voice as she slowly and carefully extended her hand to the bluenette. "We took care of Porkchop over there. Fight's over. The Enforcer lass over there won and is escorting people out of the pub," Yazmyn then explained slowly, taking her time as to not rush the girl and let her get comfortable with the idea that the danger had passed. Definitely a sensitive little thing, likely not really suited to be a barmaid in this kind of place... then again Yazmyn couldn't really blame her. People like that could scare the shit out of nearly anyone.
Eventually the girl mustered up the courage to take Yazmyn's hand, noting how warm it was in the process. Her smile widening, the blonde Huntress helped the other girl up and pointed towards Yngrid. "Her. She'll keep you safe, alright?" As much as Yazmyn would've liked to take the role of 'consoling' the girl herself, this was neither the time nor place, nor would it leave a good taste in her mouth. "Oh, listen," Yazmyn quickly called. "Is there a different exit somewhere I could use? Y'know. Would rather not deal with bureaucracy and stuff."
The barmaid halted for a second before nodding hastily. "Behind the bar and through the kitchen."
Yazmyn grinned at her, "Thanks!"
When Yngrid approached her, Yazmyn welcomed the eye-contact and maintained it herself. A small smile and a short huff left her as she sunk into a hip and nodded, "I'll do my best, officer!" She offered, somewhat ironically, somewhat honestly. Who knew, really? Yazmyn wasn't exactly an open book with the way she spoke. "Thanks for coming in when you did, though. Had it handled, but help's always appreciated. Y'know, from one government agent to another." Now that was definitely filled with irony.
"Anyway, you mind if I slip out while nobody's looking? I'd rather, y'know, not deal with all of this policing. Hunter stuff to do and all," without really waiting for an answer, Yazmyn offered a quick salute as she snuck over towards the entrance of the kitchen. Yet she still couldn't stop herself from regarding Yngrid one more time. "Name's Yazmyn, by the way. You're alright, Enforcer. Hope we get to get in on some action again!" And with those words having left her mouth, Yazmyn disappeared beyond the door of the kitchen and within a moment's notice was out the back door, having slipped into the darkness of the many alleys of Vantalux.
