As the crowd hits full on riot mode Tallulah does the only sensible thing she can think of and vaults over the bar. Staying low to avoid being trampled by the mob or blasted by the mages. Then, putting on her best 'please don't hurt me expression', she readys herself for tears just incase any of the bar staff take objection to her being there.

And I laughed when my horoscope said Thursday was going to be a bad day.

The woman holding Havoc up begins backing up slowly, her gun still leveled on the ork. "Hood can walk. I'm more concerned about your sorry ass. Let's just get out of here, soka?"

Havoc only nods. He for all the word wants to throw a small fireball into the bar and let the place burn, leaving the ork and troll to suffocate in the smoke. At this point though, a fireball would kill him, and only enrage the crowd more. Frankly, he doesn't have the strength, and lets himself be led.

Hood rubs his head. Its throbbing from the hit.

Damn Alex, Im the one who takes the hits, remember? Chicks dig the scars later. And they look better on me. That was a pretty ballsy move there mate. Now, who's our hero?
He gives a look around to find who ever it was that saved them.

There is a tall, beautiful elven woman staring down at him. Her hair is cut close and dyed bright pink. Her left arm is obviously cyber - shiny, even - and her left is covered from shoulder to wrist in an elaborate Eastern dragon tattoo. She wears a black leather jacket emblazoned with the Ancient's symbol.

"Hi there. Name's Gemini. You are?... "

Hood stare for a moment.
Well all be god damned....

He holds out a hand.
Hood. Its a pleasure. You know, its not every day Im saved by a beutiful woman. Whats the occasion love?

The telling lack of gunfire of the sounds of close combat finally draw Tallulahs interest. Ever so slowly she peeks up over the top of the bar, trying to see if the women in white is still around.

God, if you're real then /please/ don't let them spot me...