Cherry pulls out her Doshko and smiles."Oh boy practical sparring" She says excitedly.
She sets up an aligned stike than stops and readjusts. In doing so she grimaces, as she heard her mothers voice in her head. frowning she swings at the biggest one.
With a strange shift from a side swipe or over head she shifts to a side inline and lounges with the butt seeking to slam inot her opponents body instead of letting the teeth bite deep.
Drawing a tactical baton, Joyride approaches the nearest standing ruffian.
Bluff = 29
Baton = 8
Alzura makes a third strike, knocking her opponent into submission at last; he slides to the ground. She's so absorbed in the fury she tries to punch him again on the way do, but her attack is off-balance and she misses.
Meanwhile, Joyride makes several flourishes with his baton, but can't get a good opportunity to strike, so he holds the blow for the right moment.
Cherry manages to catch her opponent off-guard, and so manages to graze the thug even with her less than optimal attack angle. He moves back in pain, keenly aware that could have been a serious injury had Cherry chosen.
Burlap rolls up his sleeves as he strolls over to the unengaged half-orc… and delivers a swift kick to the side of the man's kneecap.
Alzura charges the next foe, but in her tipsy state she damn near topples over Burlap! "Quit wiggling around and face me like a woman!"
Burlap's strike, while not exactly devastating, definitely catches the attention of the thug.
Alzura struggles to regain her balance after a clean miss.
Vaëlorin stepped through the haze and echo of shouting boots against steel decking, one hand still tucked calmly behind his back. His gaze swept the hangar floor, taking in the flurry of fists, one-liners, and the sudden revelation that Cherry could indeed fight in a dress.
"Ah yes," he said aloud, to no one in particular, "the elegance of diplomacy… reduced to theatrical stomping in a cargo barn."
He drew his azimuth laser pistol with slow, deliberate care, the hum of its capacitor rising like a warning note in a symphony no one else could hear.
"To the rest of you," he called out dryly as he sighted in on one of the unengaged ruffians, "I suggest reconsidering your employment. You are about to be bested by a librarian."
Vaëlorin fired at an unengaged opponent.
Fire, Burn 1d4