With Edwin flat on his back upon the wooden floor of the Hangman's Grin, slippery with magic and spilt beer, Isaac and Drehluk draw their blades and cautiously advance upon him. he tries to crawl/stumble/slip away, but with the cold point of Isaac's rapier mere inches away from his neck, he decides against it.
The look of recognition in Edwin's cold eyes when he stares at Isaac is unmistakable. "You're being well foolish, lad," he scowls. "You 'n yours oughta know better 'en this. Just plain stupid, it is."
Drehluk comes to stand over Edwin as well. "Better you stay a swine slitherin' in the slops than a stuck pig," he growls, menacingly, and the ganger coldl appraises him, seemingly unconcerned.
"As fer you, lad, can't say that I recognize you, but you ought to know these colors, and know what'll 'appen to you fer bringing steel to lay 'gainst me an' mine."
Out on Sparrow Road, Alex and Dan advance on the other two Irregulars, forcing them back with blade and fist. One of them turns and flees, screaming over his shoulder "You boys is gonna pay fer this!"
Farrel, his chest wracked with internal pains from Edwin's magic, unsteadily moves across the street and away from the fight.
Alex and the other Irregular, meanwhile, fall into a classic knife-fighting stance, circling one another like cats, each of them weaving and feinting with their daggers. The ganger lashes out with his dagger and slices upon Alex's cheek; taking advantage of the opening, Alex drives his own blade into the ganger's chest again. Seeing his fellow Irregulars all down or running, he starts to look very nervous about the whole thing.
Dan then circles behind the ganger whom Alex is fighting and delivers a quick blow to the small of his back. The last standing Irregular groans in pain and stumbles about a bit, an does not look at all happy about this turn of events.
