Well, he missed. And that was putting it lightly. When Dirion saw the Drow sidestep the knife he began to question how wise attacking her was. 

He had already paled slightly when he saw the woman marching towards him. Fighting dirty he could take one, he was sure. But person to person? He was doubtful. He had heard the rumors of Drow! Well, mainly from Busker. But for all his faults the man was reliable with his information, well, sometimes. So when Busker says that a Drow can kill you with a thought that most definitely made Dirion sweat.

Dirion's slightly paling skin changed to a ghostly white when he saw that he hit the noble boy. That was just what he needed! Not only was he wanted for supposedly killing.. her. But now he had the good fortune to possibly mortally wound a man of the aristocracy. Bringing even more attention down upon him. Perfect. And then of course there was the boy's magic tool that exploded and sent shrapnel everywhere. One of the pieces of metal went straight through Dirion's mug. Putting two decent size holes from which all his ale poured onto the floor. Even better. Fate was going to kill him.

The Drow stomped right up to him. He could see pure hate in her eyes, even drunk. The Drow was taller than him. He hadn't noticed that before, but she was. Funny, now he felt small both metaphorically [i]and[/i] literally. She said to him, [color=orchid]"You want to die first?"[/color], with the same venom and malice that he had just yelled with a moment ago. All of a sudden Dirion's throat felt very tight. He felt something he didn't feel very often when traveling the roads or drinking. He was afraid.

The homeless man standing beside him beat a hasty retreat. Dirion felt he should be angry at the man but he couldn't blame him. He looked behind him to see not even Fate was nearby. Maybe she wouldn't have to kill him. Dirion went to lean back on the bar, more specifically away from the Drow, and then began to say, [color=teal]"I don't kno-"[/color], before he slipped in some of the ale that had started to spill all over the floor.

Right as he slipped Dirion felt something get briefly caught in his cloak. It was yanked out immediately and Dirion looked to see Fate brandishing two fearsome looking hammers. Dirion tried to catch himself on the bar, gripping the edge of it to keep from slipping. He then yelled out, [color=teal]"Fate?!"[/color]

He then lost his grip on the bar and fell on his back. Any other day Dirion would have cursed his now bruised body, but not today. Today as he fell he saw a deadly hammer narrowly miss splitting his head open. From his place on the ground Dirion began to quickly shuffle away from Fate on his back. 

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