Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-28929139-20170710053634/@comment-28929139-20170711044655

In the coming moments, the other back quadrant of the chandelier disengaged and went shattering to the floor, sending out another huge spitting of glass shards and crystal. Though it didn't land on top of or kill anyone, the lopsided front facing half of the chandelier was dropping dangerously low until its own huge uneven weight would cause it to turn over and capsize.

There were chakra signals spread out all over the place and though there were none anywhere near his immediate area, he would be able to sense that there were about six noticeable ones southwest of his position. The sound of more crashes could be heard from the outside door.

The door was indeed bolted shut from the outside, and thus Hayato might have to take another approach to get it open. If he looked around, he'd find an air vent that was just large enough to fit through if he was willing to squeeze through it. It would be a tight fit, but at least he'd be able to get out of the room. The girls didn't go in after him, but after being so soundly silenced by him, they went back to banging on the door to get anyone's attention.

Out where Tiatsu had been, most of the house's patrons had cleared out but most of the staff had lingered. Not counting the two women that were killed by the falling chandelier, there were three other casualties on the floor. One of whom was one of the men from the altercation, a bouncer and another woman on duty but she was only just bad injured.

When Tiatsu ran over toward the backrooms, the barkeep woman he'd saved earlier reappeared right in front of him. Although she didn't look it from behind the bar, she was quite a bit taller than him and she seemed to tower over him while showering him with gratitude. "Hello, sir? I just wanted to thank you. I didn't realize what had happened until..." If Tiatsu listened closely, beyond the doors leading to the back, he could hear the sounds of a fight or some sort of struggle. And not far from the door had been Kideme's black and red shamisen. He'd know that it was hers from the markings, but near the edge of it was a smear of freshly spilled blood.