NIGHT RAVENS: Black Orchids for Biscotti

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Grapple contest: 18 

 After getting punched in the gut, "OOF! How would you like a black eye?"

Attack: 21 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. 

Some of the others at the bar start to take notice of the fight starting up and seem to be interested in either joining in or placing bets on the outcome.

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Grapple contest: 18 

 After getting punched in the gut, "OOF! How would you like a black eye?"

Attack: 11 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. 

Some of the others at the bar start to take notice of the fight starting up and seem to be interested in either joining in or placing bets on the outcome.

 Fisticuffs is second nature to the brutish hitter, who easily dodges the lad's follow-up. He then delivers a quick one-two combo in retort. The first strike is a decoy (low Attack roll) for the second swing, a hook, across the young man's temple [To hit: 15, Damage: 7].

You rock him back on his heels and for a split second you see a look of frustration on his face, almost like this is not going as he expected it to, but then he furrows his brow in and swings as hard as he can at your face.

"Or maybe a fat lip?"

Attack: 16 Damage: 0 for 3 bludgeoning damage.

Smithy calls out to Asbestos

"Asbestos, stay here. Do not go alone and let's wait for Fist and Lace to discuss our next steps before we do anything else."

Etienne sits in a corner, occasionally writing something in his little notebook, sipping a cup of tea, and enjoying a scone. He wonders at the irony of certain gang members thoughtlessly killing people without thought of consequence, then suddenly developing a set of morals, but he keeps that to himself. If only the Black Ravens could see the big picture. The Silver Daggers were leveraging the death of Biscotti and the lack of clear leadership to their advantage, and acting in anger and vengeance played right into their hand.

Like a puppy who's been hit, he whines. "Stay?"  After calling that out from the hallway, he flips back over from dragonborn to his usual form he trudges back into the bar and eyes the scone of Etienne greedily. "Okay..." Then he sprawls himself out on the carpet and playfully bites his own arm. Not enough to draw blood but just enough to feel something.

Steelclaw just relaxes as he goes back to just sipping on whiskey, waiting to see what the next move for anyone would be.

Smithy relaxes a bit more aswell, grapping an ale; waiting for Fist and Lace to discuss what next regarding the daggers.

After landing another punch on Fist.

"This guy ain't so tough after all!" he shouts over his shoulder to anyone at the bar or nearby tables that might be watching.

Fist is more than a little happy. Nothing quite like hearing an annoying twerp shooting his mouth off before things take a nasty turn. He lets himself feint again, his swing "missing" widely. His plan is a nasty one, but he's a nasty person, so it all pans out.

[Another low roll]

Feeling encouraged the fight seems to be going his way, "Maybe I'll break your nose next!"

Attack: 20 Damage: 3 

Etienne, quietly sipping at his tea, notes a few excited passerby’s out the window.  Quietly, he rises, dusting off some scone crumbs and heads for the door. Asking a few, he hears there’s a fight happening at the bar down the road, and a guy named Fist is one of them.  
He heads over to watch what the man has learned in the last few years.  Walking in, he maneuvers his way toward a good view of the action and listens in to any betting going on.  (What are the odds?

You hear more low voices joining in as a few more begin to take interest in this fight. There are some mumblings mixed in that sound like '3 to 1 on the big human.'

Etienne places a 30 gold bet on The big guy.  
while in the bar, he acts interested in the fight, but casually looks for trouble makers, especially Silver daggers looking for a weakened exhausted target and easy score.  

Ok.  This is taking longer than expected.  The disguised Lace leave the horses in the alley and goes into the bar, keeping up her disguise.

 Deception 19

You see a finely dressed gentleman placing a bet on Fist to win some barfight with an elf, who currently appears to be winning.

Being no stranger to fights, as Etienne was a former welterweight boxer before being arrested, he watches, matching the crowds energy, cheering loudly, top hat and cane in a relaxed position as he watches the fight, yet slyly, looking for Silver Daggers, and friends of the elf who might be aiding him in the fight. Should he note any who are subtly interfering, he will move toward them and "encourage them" not to do so.

(Using mobile feat, poking and pushing with his cane (non-damaging attacks) to easily maneuver toward any cheaters or Daggers he spots.)

Another false swing, another tactful miss. The big man swings and falters, though he's far from done. The elf is confident, a high in his action not unlike a hero high off his own deeds. Just wait for the right moment...

[To hit: 10, again.]

The elf tries to grab you in a bear hug.

STR: 6 

"C'mere ys loudmouth!"

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The elf tries to grab you in a bear hug.

STR: 6 

"C'mere ys loudmouth!"

 (ooc: maybe the tide is turning?)