Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

The two redcoats approached first, barely a hesitation between the order and the action. One went for Reyes' face while the other, his haunch. His reaction time was dulled by the drink - even if he had begun to sober up to the serious nature of his offense by now, there was no hope for him.

Teeth scored his face; he recoiled from that, backing in to the teeth of Shoko. All at once there were attacks coming from all angles: a silver-streaked man at his ribs, a soot-marked woman waiting her turn, which came rapidly as each mazoi withdrew or side-stepped for an opening.

Reyes snapped back where he could, catching air primarily, wheeling his body around, stumbling to each blow, trying to retaliate - always too slow, always met with another punch or grab or shove; until he crumpled to the floor beneath the onslaught.

Reyes can be PP'd from here if anyone wants to drag him outside.