Those in the bar not currently considering how they might take out the Devaronian watched with guilty interest, letting out a collective groan as they watched the Iridonian crumple after his attempt.

Lesai however let a small pout form on her lips. If things kept up the way they were going, the big guy was going to handle all his challengers without even breaking a sweat and what fun would that be?

Satisfied that she got most of the spilled drink out of her clothing (what was another stain anyway?) she downed the last of her drink, cringing at the burn it made down her throat.

Her head moved to one side until she felt a satisfying stretch then the other before she called out to the large Devaronian, "So, how many of these guys you think you can handle at once?"

Her tone made it sound more like a bet than a volunteer to give any sort of aid.