Chapter 159: Bar Fight

The atmosphere inside the bar started to close in as the crowd of men began to gather around the 'defenseless woman' they thought Samira was. Their eyes gleamed with anticipation for the confrontation ahead, predators eager for fresh prey. They advanced simultaneously, hoping to simply annihilate her, overwhelming her with their numerical advantage. However...

Samira was a beast when she was fired up... And unfortunately for them... That was exactly the kind of woman she was right now. A frustrated woman looking for something to vent her frustration on.

With a quick and precise movement, she drew a curved knife that had fallen from the first attackers and spun her body swiftly. The first man of the new wave of enemies approached and was met with a sharp, deadly blow, the blade cutting through the air and meeting flesh with a muffled sound... his arm was struck.

"Ught!" He staggered back, his hand clutching the wound, a cry of pain escaping his lips.

"Do you really think numbers mean anything here?" Samira taunted, her eyes blazing with a fierce glow. Her voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, mingling with the sounds of battle unfolding around her.

"You useless bastards!" one of them shouted, "I'll handle this!" He rushed forward, taking advantage of the opening with a quick punch. Samira, with a fluid motion, dodged and spun around, her elbow meeting the bearded man's face. The impact sent him crashing to the ground, his body sprawled almost lifelessly, but he was still clearly breathing.

That said, Samira barely had time to process his fall before two men attacked her simultaneously.

She blocked one of the blows with the blade of her knife, deflecting the attack with an agile move and cutting the arm of the attacker who tried to disarm her. The blade slid across the skin with cruel precision, leaving a trail of bright blood. The man screamed and recoiled, his expression a mix of surprise and pain.

The other man, taller and more muscular, tried to grab her with his hands like claws. Samira sidestepped with a lateral jump and, with a cry of determination, slashed his leg. The man fell with a grunt of pain, his attempt to grab her thwarted.

"Oh, is this what you've got? A bunch of idiots and a handful of rusty knives?" Samira taunted, her voice sharp and challenging. "Did you really think this crap was going to stop me?"

The bartender, Marlon, watched the scene with an expression of mixed amusement and concern. He was used to seeing fights in the bar, but nothing compared to Samira's fury. He continued wiping the glass, his automatic movements contrasting with the intensity of the fight in front of him.

In the midst of the chaos, a group of three men attempted to attack Samira at once, wielding batons and knives. Samira spun to prepare for the assault, her body moving with the fluidity of a dancer and the precision of a predator. She blocked one strike with the blade and countered, cutting the face of one of the attackers. The man screamed and fell back, his knife slipping from his hands.

With a quick spin, Samira took down the second man with a well-placed kick, the sound of his bones breaking echoing through the bar. The third man, visibly hesitant, tried to attack with a baton. Samira dodged and, with a swift movement, grabbed the baton, yanking it from his hands and spinning it to disarm him.

Marlon, still cleaning a glass, looked at her with a grin. "I'm sure you wouldn't stay quiet and drink a beer, Samira. Besides... You loved it, you little troublemaker." He said with a smile.

As Marlon spoke, the wolf-man moved closer, coming to a reasonable distance from Samira. His gaze was fixed on her, eyes glowing with a mix of anger and pure curiosity about what had happened to her. "Samira," he growled, his voice carrying a low, threatening tone. "You have a peculiar way of making an entrance. I was beginning to think I'd have to deal with you sooner or later."

"Oh, Jhonatan," Samira replied, her smile widening as she looked at the wolf with calculated interest. "So you finally decided to show up. I was wondering when you'd appear to put some order in the house."

Jhonatan paused, his eyes assessing the scene around him. "I'm not here for that. I was told you had passed through the city gates. Of course, I'd come here, wouldn't I?" He questioned, eyeing the bloodied woman...

"And you should warn your pack that they owe me money, it seems they didn't know, because if they did...

I doubt they'd have attacked me like this, wouldn't they?" She asked, but the men responded, "Go suck a dick, Samira," one of them said, grabbing a beer mug again, "Go fuck yourself!" They raised their mugs in a harsh, defiant toast, while the bar music started playing again, filling the atmosphere with a vibe of relaxation and disdain.

"Strange people," Samira murmured as she turned to Marlon, "Give me a beer, this is going to be problematic." Samira said while leaning on the bar, and looked at the man who only smiled, "On the house, girl," he said, pouring it into a large mug.

"Let's talk, little wolf," Samira said, ordering the werewolf to sit next to her for a beer.

If only Samira knew...

"I need to stop smothering her in my arms, at least temper my obsession..." The man murmured as he looked from across the street, into an alley...

"HIIIHHJIIII" The mare said, well... she neighed. "Yes I know, I'll try to be more open and trust her more..." He said as he looked at a message box...

[Mission Completed: Discover something]

Strax read.