Oh wow. Fate had been in quite a few brawls in her time, but never yet had she seen one escalate so quickly, nor so masterfully. It had gone from a few lose tempers to an all out battle field in the space of a few moves. Oh yes, this was gonna be fun.
"Well hello again Fate. It's been a while." Fate blinked, cocking her head at the Drow who had talked. It took her a second to place her, or more accurately to place where she would have seen her before.
Had anyone been paying attention they would have seen a light-bulb flash over her head, although seeing as light-bulbs didn't exist, any person seeing it would have definitely decided they were drunk. Fate had suddenly recalled why this stunning beauty seemed familiar, she was one of the few to ever beat her in a fight, and, thanks to the deal they had made, was the one with whom Fate had agreed, if reluctantly, to a blood ritual.
"You shouldn't be giving him that drink, little wolf. He's just going to do something stupid.""Mhm," Fate agreed, shrugging, matching Fades grin. As long as she didn't leap into a fight with Fade, Fate was comfortable enough around her, but that could be that for all her alertness she was quite oblivious to many things.
She must have been lost in thought, because the next thing she knew thunder had erupted all through the tavern, making her wince and clutch at her ears, a lucky reflex as it caused her to duck her head slightly, meaning that one of the stray projectiles only grazed the top of her head by a millimeter.
That was it. All the incentive Fate needed to fully lose her temper. She let lose a cross between a howl and a roar, the sort that would chill blood, that was if any one heard it lost in the mess of noise as it was. Her eye fully changed to yellow, her muzzle starting to elongate, she leapt forward, hammers swinging in wild tandem, missing many things by mere inches, as she worked up speed, rushing blindly towards the smell of blood.
Reaching her quarry,
her prey, Fate swung her hammer, missing by half a foot. She snarled, showing fangs,
Damn, she'd thought he'd been closer. Using the momentum of her previous swing, Fate spun a full circle, bringing her closer as she slammed her other hammer at the man's head.
@NorthernGRShe still looked much like a human, a human with an interestingly pulled out lower face, and the beginnings of deep grey fur sprouting all over, not the sort of sight most people wanted to be confronted with, along with a pair of hammers that were swinging nearly fast enough to become a blur.
Nearly.
