With several drinks in each of them the Swans were all too eager to take up the challenge when a small group of White Knights entered the tavern, and seeing their hated enemies, had begun the inevitable rabblerousing that'd lead to the equally inevitable fight.
Kaitlyn had been more than happy to oblige those do-gooding bitches, the alcohol in her blood burning, feeding the ego that had drawn her first to the Swans and then into countless fights like this one.
What was different this time, however, was the Knight in the back who'd already readied her bow...
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