Xalroz reaches and grabs his mug, not paying much attention to the half-elves thugs surrounding him. Watched as he took his first zip from it, taking his time for the next for the seconds till the ale inside was all gone and for Xalroz to place back the mug down onto the counter.
That was when, like a sigh, one of the half-elven thugs took the first move with a sharp dagger in hand, this one was planning to have the dagger stabbed right into the back for this elf's skull to end his life that way.
Xalroz moves faster in speed meeting already with that half-elf face as the elbow breaks that one nose while they are consumed by the pain to not notice the dagger being grabbed to find its own place into the side of the ribs.
