I can't comprehend how fast Wolf moved, ducking just in time to avoid the mug. The mug however, smashed into bits as it hit the back of chair. I sigh in relief as I flick one of the shards off me.

"Move." Wolf says.

I nod in agreement as I flip a table on a hopelessly drunk man. I turn around just in time avoiding the flabby fist of a another. I grab hold of the man and ruthlessly shove him into a table.

Adrenaline pumps through me. I bask in the new found excitement of a bar fight. My first bar fight. A wave of satisfaction washes over me. I remind myself to encourage every girl to get into a bar fight at least once in her life as I land a blow at another drunkard.

I whip my head around scanning the scene with cool precision. Most men are too intoxicated even to land a decent blow. I should know. I've taken out quite a few with surprising ease. Mugs flew in every direction, sending a spray of shards every now and then.

I see Rosalind. Why the hell is she simply standing there? WHERE'S KANE?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

If I manage to get the Prince hurt or possibly dead- I'm done. I'll probably be killed swiftly and painfully since both Rosalind and Wolf know Kane's identity.

Aggravated, I fight my way through the loud men. Where the hell is he? Why is it so hard to find him? Sighing, I climb on the nearest table.

A beer mug immediately makes it's way towards my head. I immediately get down as it sails past me colliding with the head of a less fortunate man. He slump onto the floor immobilized by the heavy glass of the mug, which still stenches of a foul drink. This is the last time someone will throw something at my head. It isn't fun when someone is trying to knock you out every blooming minute.

Reaching out, I grab a glass. They should've known better than to mess with a sober, well-trained archer.

I fling the mug at the red-headed man ,who threw a mug at me.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING YOU-"

My voice trails off as I catch a glimpse of white hair among the pandemonium. Kane.

My feet hit the ground sending a torrent of pain through my aching limbs. I must hold on. Just a little longer.

"Kane!" I beam kicking a man squarely in the gut.

He graces my with his generally cocky smile.

"Hi." he grins as he returns a punch to another intoxicated man.

I stagger slightly as another drunkard has a go at my face, grazing my jaw ever so slightly. I happily return the favor.

I freeze as a strong arm wraps around my hand. Shit. Not now. Thinking fast, I kick my assailant. His grip loosens as he staggers back. A dull thud sounds as he hits his head on a table and crumples to the floor.

I turn to see my attacker, pride resonating through my soul.

"Take that suc-"

My words drag off as my heart drops. No. No. No. And a million more nos.

WHY GOD? WHY?

I, Drevial the most rash, idiotic fool, just knocked out Wolf. Wolf ,who now lay unconscious on the ground. I'm now officially screwed.