Zul's eyes flicker toward the bouncer. Was that a hint of a smile? Too late, she's pounced. Zul springs at the drunk, her blade hissing through the air in a deadly arc as she whips around her head... and while all eyes are on the sword, she stomps on the drunk's foot, then brings the pommel down on his head. His reactions are so slowed by drink he just didn't see it coming. He slowly collapses like a puppet who's strings have just been cut, to end up lying in a crumpled heap at Zul's feet. Then he starts making retching noises, and vomits on Zul's shoes. Rotemdol keeps watching the crowd, who are waiting to see what will happen next. The bouncer strides over towards Zul. "It's over!", he announces, "Unless anyone wants to fight me". He faces the now-unconscious drunk's friends. "I think you had better take this fellow home; his head is going to hurt in the morning". He turns to Zul, "And tell me, woman, why I shouldn't sling you out as well".
