Ryk was rocking back and forth in his chair with laughter. Soon enough, he fell on the floor, still laughing. "Man, Worru's gotta tell me where he got that stuff from!" He barely could breathe.

Nitara's fist clenched harder and her eyes suddenly changed to black. She closed her eyes and shook her head and they changed back to their normal bright red. (Although they slowly darkened to more of a maroon) Ryk, you'd better get out of control right now! Because I want Worru in full control when he goes smashing through the side of this building! She screamed in his mind.

"Ouch," muttered Orpheous. "I feel sorry that ryk is going to have to live in stitches for the rest of his life."

"What about Worru?" asked Simon.

"Nope, not worried about him at all," responded Orpheous.

OOC: Ouch, that one hurt, Orph.

IC: Ryk Got up, and steadied himself on the chair. He was suffering from the giggles, but soon calmed down. His gauntlets and boots soon formed away, but Worru's grey hair still had that red tint. "What is it?" he asked, noticing the table staring at him.

OOC: I am a commedian/ inkweaver, what do you expect?

OOC: Don't quit your dayjob, Orph. Comedity doesn't suit you.

OOC: I TRY!

OOC: Yeah, but I know funny. I've looked in a mirror.

Nitara counted to herself, trying to calm down. 1,2,3,4..... Oh what the heck.... She smiled slyly as she thought about how bad he would hurt when she was done with him. She stood up, her chair fell over and hit the ground behind her.
"You'd better like stone...." She muttered. Her other fist now clenched also.[/i]

Worru backed away. "Fox-Gir-I mean, Nitara, let's not get hasty..." he tryed moving faster, but there were to many chairs around him. "Let's try calming down, and NOT hurting me, okay? I have a terrible allergy to pain."

Nitara's eyes turned black again, the iris blending in with the pupil. "I have a temper, and you can't expect me to calm down now..." She hissed. She stepped toward him again, her attack was clearly planned in her eyes. "First you slam against the floor, than through the wall, than back to the floor. Than its over, no problem. You won't even know what's happening, its that simple." But I might add a couple more things too... She thought, as two chairs floated at her side, and another two rose up from the ground on either side of Worru.

Worru saw the chairs. "You know wrestling, I'm guessing." He stepped back faster. When she finds out...*gulp*

Simon just looked around in awe.

"Can I get a little help here?" he asks, turning to Simon. "It would be appreciated."

"Sorry you brought it upon yourself," said Simon. He did decided to give a whisle to the bartender, but he just sat there, people did start to get up, but only to leave. They didn't want to see blood-shed.