"Get her!!"
Everyone in the tavern stopped fighting each other and focused their efforts on the drunk Luka. All the non-Aura users were knocked out quickly, leaving only the Aura users with a few Chromatic stages among them.
They all rushed at Luka like a tidal wave as those who lost to him cheered on. Half rooted for Luka and the other half rooted with their remaining comrades.
Still, none of them could touch even his clothes. He was too agile. His feet were as light as air but his strikes were hard and heavy. He moves strangely as well, his body bends and contorts at abnormal angles that would make any average person scream in agony if they were forced into those positions. It was like his bones were made of cooked spaghetti.