A Princess, a Knight, and an Assassin Walk Into a Tavern...

Beau

The men crashed into the place and suddenly the inn was not so quaint.

"You've got to be joking." She murmured under her breath, at the very sight of it. Not just the scene, but the supposed victim.

Of course the infamous Captain West had to be at such a place at such a time.
The place disintegrated into chaos. She tensed, sword hand at the ready, until a small body toppled down by their table, throwing off her view- Their eyes met.

Something about it, there was something about the youth's face that made her tense.

First off, what was such a young woman doing in such a place, in a BAR FIGHT!?/

Before she could voice it, a drunk was toppling over her legs and the youth was out of sight.
Ghost had already vacated his seat... Beau wasn't sure when he had left, but he was now across the bar, taking two men down with him.

Such a bizarre nature, his. First he wants to go unnoticed and then he throws himself, literally, into chaos.

Sighing inwardly, then with grand gesture, she swept her cloak to reveal insignia and weaponry alike, seizing the man by collar and breeches, and heaved him out the door.

A rat like man held out a little knife and was slithering his way towards the back of an unaware brute who looked rather like a woodsman with a sword? Before she swung around and clocked him in the neck with the palm of her hand, grabbing a rather sickly looking pony-tail of his hair and swinging him smoothly out the door.
Bringing a metal-clad elbow down into a collarbone of a rather persistent brute she humored herself at the pile of drunk bodies on the street.

The dwarf, who would have been previous brute's target, gave her a grin and a wink, "Thanks, Shiny." Beau blinked but gave a bemused smile, before being handed a dead weight body by Ghost.
"Throw him out too, I have a bet running that you can lift 3 times your weight." He nodded to the man with a smile.

If she could see his eyes, she knew they'd be twinkling with humor.
Beau balked at him, before heaving an arm of the man over her shoulders, stretching to full height, the thick ceiling beams brushing the few stray hairs of her royally kept hair. Catching a glimpse of a table barricade to the wall, saw it's occupants, and got a rather better idea.

Shaking her head, revving up, she lundged one foot forward and THREW the man over her shoulder onto the few gathering towards the flipped tables. Some men were scattered and so shocked that those who did witness, paused.

"IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SPEND 4 DAYS IN A HOLDING CELL FROM THIS DAY FORWARD, I SUGGEST YOU VACATE THE PREMISISE." She bellowed with baritone.

Stepping in between the pile on the floor and the barricade she glared viciously. "You have until I count to four, and I begin making arrests. One!" She curled fingers around the hilt of her sword.
Ghost looked like he was about to squeal.
"Two..." She she growled, metal scraping against metal as her rapier was drawn.

A good third had scattered, another was too incoherent to shuffle out fast enough.
Ripping the sword out to it's full length viciously she swept it across the floor and pushed her chest out, "Three."
She locked eyes with West for only a moment, passing him off with a nod, the room considerably cleared except for wounded stragglers and the extremely violent. "Four."

She ended quietly. "Ghost, search the premises, get your men from outside to retrieve bodies and take names."
She turned to face the four main targets for this evening's brawl. "May I commend you on your ability to act and protect in an emergency, it is a talent only found in the best." She bowed gently to the burly man and his companions. "I am Beau Adalburht Duhningham, Knight Commander of His Majesty's Royal Guard."

She stepped over to a rather red-faced barkeep, "I shall have a personal scout send a bill to my estate of all damage costs, as this happened under my watch, and I will take full responsibility in my failing of acting to keep the peace on your establishment."

She gave a curt bow to him.