[Daemn K'rryl]

OoC: Mind if I let myself get hit? If not, tell me and I'll do something different.

IC: Daemn gazed with sunken eyes at the loud man to his right as he spoke his piece. He recognised the guy from somewhere; the face rang a bell, but it was well clappered and muted from the thick veneer of intoxication. In his current state Daemn would barely recognise his own mother.

The bastard hadn't even let him finish - from out of nowhere a sharp fist came rushing at his throat. Had he been in peak awareness and condition, the katta would have been well able to defend himself but given the situation he was taken wholly by surprise. He swayed and ducked his head slightly and raised his arm a foot or so to parry - an instinctive, reflexive move by now - but he was far too slow.

The punch caught Daemn squarely on the chin, sending the katta lurching back a metre or so pirouetting on the spot. His vision clouded and dimmed as the blood rushed to his head, great spots developing in front of his luminous yellow eyes. He blinked a few times and shook his head, feeling the ache in his jaw and a pounding start to sound in his skull. Luckily he was so drunk: things never hurt so much as normal. That wasn't to say he was in no pain at all, however.

Snarling at the man, Daemn whipped his paws downwards to his sides before bringing them back up again - Johnny would find himself staring down three long, keen blades protruding from each of the katta's gloves. The jagara snarled and slurred at him, "Yahh, jus' you bein' try'n' tha' 'gain, hombre!"

A part of him raged and screamed to spit and gut the vicious baker where he stood... but that part was older, and weaker.