Elven girl?

*Bam*

*Bang* 

*Boom*

Grunting softly, Alessia rolled forward, launching a punch at the abdomen of a stout man who wore a furry coat. The deep groans of the man drilled into her ears as she stood up and slammed her boot against his face, causing him to slam onto a table.

As the table shattered, silence seemed to have regained its place before it was once again broken by the murmurs and grunts of the men, who quickly got to their feet and left the inn with their tails between their legs.

*clap* *clap*

Everyone turned to Cristian, who was clapping with a smirk on his face. Alessia's battle instinct opened pathways for a bright future, and she was only held back by her level. "Tsk, I would have finished it much earlier," Shelia clicked her tongue and said.

"Sure, I bet they would have let you cast a spell." Alessia scowled. She walked back to her seat and removed her mask, revealing her face to her lover, whose grin widened.