[ Faraday's handling his own side with nowhere near as much grace as Billy, it seems. He catches a few wayward fists with his face, though he has little more to show for it than a bruise high on his cheekbone and on his jaw. Otherwise, he seems to be having a wonderful time, evidenced by the giant grin and a quick peal of laughter when he sends another contender stumbling head over heels.
He turns, sensing a bit of a lull from Billy, and when he sees the reason for it, Faraday barks out a quick laugh. Faraday's been in more than a few brawls where the saloon girls got mixed up in the chaos – even a few bar proprietors of the feminine persuasion waded in with the best of them (and he remembers an older woman named Mildred who packed one hell of a punch).
Still, there are certain gentlemanly rules to which even Faraday holds himself; his ma, rest her soul, raised him better than to ever strike a woman. But he also knows it's best that when a woman wants to tussle, it's better to simply get out of her way.
Faraday points to a slightly less densely packed area of the bar, where there are a couple of drunkards not quite wrestling, but are enacting some sort of spirited rendition of it. ]
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He turns, sensing a bit of a lull from Billy, and when he sees the reason for it, Faraday barks out a quick laugh. Faraday's been in more than a few brawls where the saloon girls got mixed up in the chaos – even a few bar proprietors of the feminine persuasion waded in with the best of them (and he remembers an older woman named Mildred who packed one hell of a punch).
Still, there are certain gentlemanly rules to which even Faraday holds himself; his ma, rest her soul, raised him better than to ever strike a woman. But he also knows it's best that when a woman wants to tussle, it's better to simply get out of her way.
Faraday points to a slightly less densely packed area of the bar, where there are a couple of drunkards not quite wrestling, but are enacting some sort of spirited rendition of it. ]
Set 'er loose.