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WHO: Catra, some NPCs in a bar, maybe YOU!
WHEN: night of June 25
WHERE: A seedy bar in Sa-Hareth
WHAT: BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT
WARNINGS: Violence, Catra

A lot has happened in the past few weeks, but apparently, they're finally getting out of this hell-hole of a town, and that's what matters most to Catra. The jerk leading them around had even spoken of portals, so maybe... maybe Catra's closer to getting home. Which is what she wants. Not because she misses it, oh no, don't you ever get that idea. She just has some important unfinished business! And who would want to stay here when they finally had everything they wanted in their grasp at home? Adora, She-Ra's sword... just waiting for Catra to take them to Hordak.

Anyway. Catra is not usually one to carry much on her person, nor has she ever posessed much at all, but she recognizes a long trip might need some provisions. And she could use some fun. In her time here, she's discovered the bars, and in the seedy, rowdy environments, she feels right at home. At least it's not as boring as everything else. And also... they have food.

So she sits at the bar, sipping a beer, waiting for her opportunity. It comes when the barkeeper is distracted by a drunkard. Catra smirks as she watches the drunk guy messily swing at the barkeeper, who promptly catches the fist and starts wrangling the guy toward the exit.

This is her chance. She dashes toward the bar, but unfortunately, her cloak that she uses to disguise herself catches on something and reveals her face.

"Hey!" Yells one of the patrons. "Aren't you one of those weirdoes from outside?"

Blast. Well, she's been discovered, so her plan is moot. And the only way out of this situation is through, as far as she's concerned. So she jumps on a table and stands tall, hands on her hips. "And what if I am, huh?"

Unfortunately, the table she jumped on is occupied. Which she mostly notices by the hand circling around her ankle and yanking. She falls, yelps, and kicks at the stranger with her claws out. Her reward is a cry of pain, and then the fight is on.

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Moran hasn't been back to town a lot, mostly because it is a long road, and also because he'd rather conserve their resources for the trip ahead. Most of what he wanted to acquire he has already. Still, one last look at the city, maybe a word to the merchants he has patronized in case they come back, would not hurt.

Seeing a tavern fight is not exactly unusual in a city such as this. But then he catches sight and sound of, well, someone known, and he sighs and divert from his initial goal.

Time to use the Imperial Regent voice and make this stupidity stop.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Alas, it doesn't seem to have much of an effect. People are still attacking Catra, and she fights back accordingly. She's just planting her foot into some thug's face when she swerves her head around and answers, "Do you mind? I'm busy!"

Moran sighs.

"... Busy doing what, exactly? We're going to be leaving in a few days and this is how you would like people to remember you?"

Catra evades a punch as she shoots back, "Hey, they started it!" And, you know, she is fit and strong, but things start getting a bit much when the thugs start ganging up on her. So she does what she's been avoiding so far, because she does understand the importance of not drawing too much attention -- but, screw it, they're out of here tomorrow anyway, so she starts fighting for earnest.

Step one: a glance around the room to scout out the most strategically advantageous spot.

Step two: putting on a fearful face and backing away towards that spot as her opponents encroach on her. She puts in a few whimpers for good measure.

There will be no stopping this, it seems. Moran sighs, then strolls through the tavern to go sit at the bar, all but ignoring the brawl behind him as he does.

At this stage, better to pick up the pieces than try to interfere. No one here is going to listen to reason, and his title and standing means nothing to anyone.

Thankfully, Xunxian made sure he was not without coin before coming into town, so he can buy himself a drink while he waits for the whole mess to start winding down.

He'd almost stolen enough clothes on the first day to hide the armored black underlayer of his armor. He'd gotten spotted by that Lee Chang guy and had to play innocent--Oh no, sir, I'm a shiny new clone fresh out of training who doesn't understand personal property!!

It'd worked well enough to get him out of trouble, but on his way back into the city, he finally got a chance to nab a hooded cloak off of somebody passed out behind a bar. Victory.

...Then he was back a moment later to grab the bugger's purse. Not exactly smooth, but they didn't wake up, so still a victory. Sure, they needed money, but he didn't want to try and explain where he got it.

So he was going to spend it on booze instead.

Or at least that was the plan. But he was greeted by the shout "Aren't you one of those weirdoes from outside?"

Sleenshit. Just what he needed right now--wait, who was that?

Oh, this wasn't his problem, then.

But when the table-jumper kicked a guy in the face, he cannoned into someone else, and drinks went flying.

And suddenly this became everybody's problem.

And it was kind of fun to watch, until somebody too drunk for sense decided to take a runner at him, and reflexes kicked in. He ducked low, grabbing the idiot by the arm and the belt, pulling just right to send them careening head over heels.

...Into a table of onlookers. Former onlookers now, and they looked angry.

"Ah, hells."

Unfortunately, one of the onlookers is Catra. The guy just barely misses her, causing her to screech. She whips around. "Hey, watch it!" she yells, showing her fangs.

She blinks when she sees Slick. They never talked, but she's sure she's seen him hanging around their little band of outsiders; because, while she projects an air of leisure and uncaringness, she observes her surroundings sharply. Just because she and the rest of the group got thrown together by some weird cosmic force doesn't mean they're friends; they're barely allies.

And this guy? Is on thin ice right now.

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As the fight winds down, let's pick up a catte

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BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT

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