Korim panicked as the girl threw her arms around her neck. Carrying someone in not marriage-carrying-or-whatever-has-become-so-popular-in-Borealis fashion? Now in his mind, that was one thing. The only alternative was dragging. She had to be separated from her supply of ale.
But completely transcending all Borealan social bounds with a questionable embrace? That was entirely another.
“No, no!” Korim muttered, trying to gently unpeel the girl from his throat.
After tripping and fumbling to the floor numerous times, the drunken Hana finally made it to the room and set her eyes upon the intense scene. The little messy haired girl was apparently fighting back and choking out the muscled boy. “LET HER GO!” she screamed, hanging onto the door frame as she vigorously searched for a weapon since her katana was no longer on her back—probably taking its well deserved break at the bar. Making a quick decision, she yanked off her boot and threw it at the back of Korim’s head, hoping it would knock out the kidnapper.
Aella grinned, watching the facisnation on Hana's face. There were always strange reactions to her power, but most certainly did not think 'pretty' was an acceptable term. Most were terrified, and she figured rightfully so.
But Hana's face changed instantly, and El shot to her feet, watching stunned as the scene of a man carefully a girl into a room and Hana attempting to follow unfolded. It was several seconds later, probably too late if the man was trying to do something terrible to the girl, that she bolted down the hallway and into the room. "Hey!" Her voice was ear-piercing, loud and sharp that it even sort of hurt her ears. Flames roared to life in the palms of both her hands, unable to recognize Korim in the dim light, even with the fire in her hands. "Put the girl down. Now."
Nat added a few incoherent squeals to the mix, which were for sure going to be misunderstood. And she wasn't loosening her grip anytime soon.While Korim was struggling to disentangle Nat, whining “I’m not Blue, I’m Korim...“ because her intense emotions surely had some contagion, he heard the screams of a drunken woman at the door.
As he turned his head a combat boot collided with his features. Fortunately the lady’s throw was weak because of her state, so it wouldn’t leave any permanent disfigurement,-not that there were many attractive points of his face to disfigure- but it did cause some pretty intese temporary pain, and a red boot print, along with the bleeding of one snub nose to contend with.
And the flaming handed lady only made it worse. When Korim opened his mouth, his greyish face was red with boiling anger and confusion.
“I’M NOT EVEN TOUCHING HER! SHE GRABBED ME!”
Actually, she now had in her head that these newcomers -threatening pale and scorching orange- were out to get them. She and Blue had to run, or they'd lose.
And the LAST thing Nat wanted to do was to lose the game she couldn't even recall starting.
So she flung out her heels a few times for the equine spurring effect and started chanting, "GO, BLUE, GO!"