Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-30488984-20170109070348

Karliel jumps to his feet pulling his combat knife and autopistol out and flips the table his team was eating at to create some type of barrier between himself and his team from the crowd. Food and drinks fly as the steel table crashes onto the floor. Karliel scans the crowd looking for any signs of weapons and prays that no guards miss and hit him.