Adlan
2014-03-22, 03:17 AM
Lawrence Saloon
Morgan was engaged in an expanding circle of brawlers, the all out attack of his opponent needing his best efforts to block. The wild blows are easy enough to dodge one at a time, but in quick succession and with kicks and other bar patrons in the way, Morgan hardly manages to glance around at the rest of the situation.
Fortunately, Morgan is soon going to be joined by Cole, who has just reached the edge of the brawl, where two miners seemingly have just dived into calm the fight, but are now coming to blows with Short Sad Sam over wether or not they interrupted his awesome feint, or prevented him getting done for the murder of a mining guard.
Sia, loosing sight of the shirt and red hair, asses her situation in the bar. She's hardly being jostled considering how packed the room is, and at the moment, the miners are sober enough to keep their hands to themselves. There are card tables, from where she might get a vantage point, but the crowded bar means she's only vaguely sure of the cardinal directions now.
Robyn walking through the door was confronted with quite a scene. On one side of the room, an escalating bar fight was erupting, literally, as people were dislodged from seats and perches, or literally got jumped upon. On the other, her passenger, J.W. McClarin M.o.P. is standing on a table and still speechifying.
Morgan was engaged in an expanding circle of brawlers, the all out attack of his opponent needing his best efforts to block. The wild blows are easy enough to dodge one at a time, but in quick succession and with kicks and other bar patrons in the way, Morgan hardly manages to glance around at the rest of the situation.
Fortunately, Morgan is soon going to be joined by Cole, who has just reached the edge of the brawl, where two miners seemingly have just dived into calm the fight, but are now coming to blows with Short Sad Sam over wether or not they interrupted his awesome feint, or prevented him getting done for the murder of a mining guard.
Sia, loosing sight of the shirt and red hair, asses her situation in the bar. She's hardly being jostled considering how packed the room is, and at the moment, the miners are sober enough to keep their hands to themselves. There are card tables, from where she might get a vantage point, but the crowded bar means she's only vaguely sure of the cardinal directions now.
Robyn walking through the door was confronted with quite a scene. On one side of the room, an escalating bar fight was erupting, literally, as people were dislodged from seats and perches, or literally got jumped upon. On the other, her passenger, J.W. McClarin M.o.P. is standing on a table and still speechifying.