Lunch was a mad house, mobs of labors fighting to get their meals, none of them seemed to believe that they would receive the promised food and instead waged battle. Wincing as someone got smacked with a lunch tray, Tiffaney was hesitant to jump into the melee.
Lady Dyne was not.
With a quick 'wait here', the women started shoving through the crowed, humming some metal hit and acting like she was in a mosh pit. When someone got to close or touchy felly, she whaled on them.
"I wonder if I'm ever going to get fighting lessons?" Asking herself the lady moved forward quickly, hands, knees and elbows flailing all directions as she dominated the crowed with excellent technique.
