[spoiler]600th reply, yus.[/spoiler] Having heard the gunshots from inside the bar, Nyxon (dressed in a red t-shirt and brown cargo pants) was making his way outside when he heard the girl's scream. A chill went down his spine as he felt himself tense just about everywhere, his hands shaking as he curled them into fists. Stepping behind the thug closest to the exit of the alleyway, the dark-scaled Argonian stealthily brought a hand around the criminal's mouth, clamping it shut as he used his claws on the other hand to slit the man's throat. With a snarl, he slammed the bleeding man's head into the wall of the alley before moving onto the next thug who had turned around. To his dismay, the lowlife found himself having his throat torn out by Nyxon's sharp lines of teeth. With a grab to the chest and shoulder, the angered Saxheel then drove the fresh corpse of the thug into the person beside him, knocking him to the ground. "Care to tell a p~ssed off lizard just what you think is going on?" he asked/demanded, blood dripping from his maw.