Well, the downed flannel guy was apparently in luck, because a stray bullet grazed Alecta and caused blood to start dripping from her side.
Granted, it was a short-lived victory when the spear in her hand came down. It would have lodged itself in his throat if he hadn't moved in time, instead cutting into his side.
"Of course we get the assholes who are unfazed by displays of lightning."
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.With Jim leading the charge, the fight gravitated outside onto the parking space, full out of muscle cars, motorcycles and pick-ups.
Which had the advantage of no people to be collateral damaged, but on the other side offered much less cover against firearms.
Morgan followed too, but stayed in the doorframe, waiting for a target of opportunity.
I am to assume you do not wish me to enter this conflict at this juncture, wench? Kushiel grumped on her belt.
"I figure its not yet a sword fight." She whispered back.
On the outside, the Flanell brigade formed up, knifes where brandished in the front and firearm users set up the back to cover them. A simple, but efficient formation which would disadvantage the other side quite a bit.
"You can reply to this Message!""Right then," said Jim, holding the seriously woozy Knife Guy in front of him as as a shield as he backed over to his ride. "I didn't start this fight, I didn't pull a deadly weapon in a bar, and I'm perfectly willing to call a cease-fire and go our separate ways any time you are."
A bullet from some flannel-coated sharpshooter grazed his head. He took that as a declination. "Nice shot," he growled as he reached his motorcycle, and more pertinently the baseball bat in his gear. He launched it with vampiric strength at the morons, dropping one of the knife-wielders but not discouraging the rest.
Maura placed the flipped table back down to the ground gently, wincing at her thigh injury. She decided to refrain from taking a chair or two out with her to use as bludgeons instead deciding to stick with her bare hands. So, right after Jim threw his baseball bat, the Scotswoman barreled in after it, raising an arm to cover her eyes as she was once again shot via the shotguns. The pellets tore flesh and cloth away from her, but didn't achieve the penetration needed to do any serious damage.
Then she tackled two of the Flannel thugs at the same time slamming them into the ground, gently by her standards, but hard enough that they'd definitely be having second thoughts and double vision from possible concussions. That's when a pistol slug dug into her shoulder and managed to get somewhat deeper then the shotguns had. Growling in pain and cursing in gaelic, Maura grabbed one of the men she tackled and used him as a bludgeon on the man with the pistol that had shot him.
Click Click Boom BoomAlecta stayed in the doorframe with Morgan. She wasn't bulletproof either, and she'd left her shield in the car. Granted, that didn't mean she was completely without means. She looked at Morgan.
"If I distract them, can you drop one or two from here?"
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies."I can try, but at this range I can't promise anything." Morgan said. Her long barrels were in her room and she doubted she had the time to get them.
Meanwhile, while Maura and Jim managed to beat back their immediate opponents, the four at the back turned toward one of the pickup and drew...swords? Machetes? Or maybe a form of very long bajonetts...obviously planning to take them into close combat.
"You can reply to this Message!"Maura dropped her human bludgeon on the other man she had tackled and then burst out laughing when the Flannel brigade decided to pull out some machetes.
"Laddies, if guns and knives ain't enough to stop us, I don't see how you think upgrading to those dinky little swords is going to help."
Part of her regretted leaving her sword in the bar instead of bringing it out with her but she'd make do. As the Flannel Brigade regathered themselves one more time, Maura dug the bullet out of her shoulder and flicked it away, wincing in pain throughout the process.
Click Click Boom BoomJim disrupted the flannelers' attempt at regathering through the supremely subtle and discreet method of charging through the group at vampiric speed, holding Knife Guy in front of him and letting loose a roar with all his Hunger behind it.
The spectacle wasn't enough to make them break and run, but the surprise and supernaturally-enhanced fear left them off-balance and easy prey for any of the gals.
"In that case..."
Alecta jumped out in front of the door and hoisted the spear, throwing it like a javelin into the crowd of Flannel Guys, balling her hand into a fist as lightning sparked from the spear, making a whole lot of sound and noise.
"Now's your time!"
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.The combined spear and fear attack did manage to drive the majority of the flanel wearers away...save the four wielding machete's. Dark and burning patterns started to glow along the length of the blades as their wielders came closer to their opponents, seemingly unaffected and with a look in their eyes that demanded blood.
"You can reply to this Message!"Maura sighs when she looks at the swords displaying their magic powers. "Of course they be magic swords."
She then walked swiftly over to one of the pick ups that she was presuming belonged to the Flannel wearers and then ripped the metal bumper off of it. It was a bit awkward to wielder especially compared to her preferred claymore, but it would do the job. Though while she was at it, she also used her other hand to rip the front grill off of the car as well and then just straight up chucked it at the nearest machete Flanneler. It only managed to knock one of them down, and probably only bruised him, but it would keep him out of the fight for at least a couple of seconds.
Though it did give Maura the opening to do a lunging thrust with the bumper she had grabbed, right towards the midsection of a different Flanneler. Sadly, it was a fairly blatantly telegraphed move and the man managed to sidestep the thrust. Only to have to raise his blade in a guard when Maura just swept the improvised weapon to the side. The enchanted metal cut deeply into the weaker metal of the bumper but not quite all the way through enough though that when Maura yanked it back, the rest of it snapped off, though in the process also throwing the Flanneler horrendously off balance, which Maura used as an opportunity to use the somewhat shorted bumper to sweep the man off his feet, hard.
Click Click Boom BoomJim dropped his human shield, retrieved his bat, and waded into the fray to back up Gym Bunny. The closest machete-wielder knew what he was doing with it, but his skill wasn't enough to compensate for Jim's vampiric speed and strength. His buddy joining in, however, put Jim back on the defensive before he could press his advantage. And then the fucker Gym Bunny had knocked down recovered fast enough to score a cut on Jim's lower leg that he was pretty sure hurt more than it was supposed to.
It was possible he'd underestimated these clowns.
"Well, now that they've regressed to the kind of warfare I can appreciate..."
Alecta ran up to join the others, carried by inhuman speed as she drove one flannel man's machete to the side and opened his throat with her spear...
...Just in time for another guy to come by and slash her across the stomach before she could get a proper guard up. She sucked in a sharp breath. Sadly, no impenetrable lion skin for her. Heracles got all the good gigs.
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.I suggest you join your new friend in the melee. Kushiel commented as Morgan watched the spear-wielder move in.
"Why that?" She asked quietly. By now the melee fight had robbed her of any chance to simply shoot at their attackers from a distance. One of the previous unarmed men had grabbed the fallen sword and now the four machete armed men formed a rough battle line, supporting each other and using their teamwork to offset their physical disadvantage.
Because I can smell the sulfur and pitch off those ridiculously oversized butter knifes. it came back from her sword in an annoyingly smug tone.
With a quiet curse on her lips Morgan holstered her handgun and gripped the hilt of the bastard sword. A medieval historian had once said that there was no such thing, but she rather preferred the appellation when it came to this blade. As she drew it, a feeling came to her that could only be described by the sound of a demanding cat that was petted just right, a long mental "aww yisssssss".
And with that she leaped into the fray, closing the gap between bumper-girl and spear-girl and turning it into a clear four-vs-four, with each facing an opponent.
"You can reply to this Message!"Maura stared shocked at the blatant killing in front of her. She suppose it was unrealistic that the others would also hold towards attempting to deal with this situation non lethally. Bringing her focus to the fight, she saw that her distraction at Alecta's throat splitting had given her opponent time to get back to his feet. Though it was clear given how he had been forced to the ground, that his standing was far more shaky even with whatever that sword was doing to him in effect.
Frowning, Maura lashed out with her bumper sword again and again. This time the Flanneler did his best to avoid it entirely instead of trying to get his blade involved so as to not have it temporarily stuck again. But with the beating his legs had taken from the sweep earlier it was clear he wasn't going to be able to keep it up.
Click Click Boom BoomAlecta spun around and smacked the haft of her spear into the skull of the man in front of her, forcing him back far enough for her to run him through with the sharp end this time. Anyone who had access to that kind of magic wasn't very well worth preserving.
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.The mannel was either ambidextrous or had practiced with his off hand, judging by how well he fought with his left. It wasn't enough to save him from a battering, and no matter how willing the spirit, the flesh couldn't keep going forever.
Jim backed out of sudden-machete-lunge range, even though the mannel didn't look like he was physically capable of that by this point, and coughed awkwardly. "So. Uh. I may have slightly exaggerated when I was talking like I was perfectly ordinary."
With one of them down, but not yet dead, the others managed to at least fight themselves to an equal standstill. But it was pretty clear that this was ending fast, Maura's and Jim's opponents slowly burning out of the fight and Morgan's counterpart realizing that his machete had serious range-issues compared to her own longsword.
Which was why one of them suddenly pulled out a small cylinder, flipped off the top and with a shout dropped it right between the combatant.
"Fire in the hole!"
"You can reply to this Message!""Calm down vampy, its just a flash bang."
Maura was familiar with such devices after all given her police training. Though, she didn't often bother with them. Generally, speaking a giant angry Scotswoman bursting through a wall stunned just as effectively. Still, before it could go off she flung her bumper at the Flanneler standing before her, sending the man sprawling and probably cracking his ribs in the process, before squeezing her eyes shut tightly and covering her ears to at least reduce the bang part of the device.
Click Click Boom Boom

Jim winced when he heard the changeling yelp. Dammit, even if these clowns didn't care about collateral damage in their...whatever the hell they thought were doing, he did. "I'm taking this outside!" he called, brandishing the now thoroughly discombobulated Knife Guy for emphasis. "You wanna fight, follow me!"