But she refrained
Lavana tried to breath and relax as they danced around the bush with word fuckery. She got the story from the bits and pieces being flung around the room and connected the dots together, the mortal born understood that her friend was ostracized from the kennel and wouldn't be able to land any work with them using there position to crush her under there heel.
Her biggest grievance is shed been beaten like a dog on numerous occasions in the buckle and chain by a rat pack of cowardly cunts that wouldn't match the bitch in an even exchange. Yea they'd have to bury Lavana before she allowed insult to injury to pass in her presence.
Lavana smiled wildly as Max said whoops and the steak knife stuck the man in the leg she laughed watching him hobble backwards before landing on his ass. It was quick and sharp, the Rusalka moved with a form and finesse that felt light years ahead of Lavana. Amber eyes drank that punch which hit the man flush and left him with a stupid look on his face, it was so clean and crisp in its delivery that his legs buckled. There was something so elegant about her form, her whole body was a weapon and Lavana appreciated her prowess of skill.
Up until this bear of a man intervened grabbing Max by the cuff, and air lifting her up and threw her onto a table like a rag doll that tipped over with dramatic flair as she crash landed and skid on the floor.
All eyes were on the Rusalka till Lavana had an opportunity to wind up and kick the large mercenary in the junk with her shin. She might not have had hands like Max, but she still had ferocity as she grabbed a chair and smashed it over the brute as hed taken a knee. It didn't do much except momentarily disorient him as the chair erupted into fragments over his form, it had given Lavana an opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck from behind. But she fought and struggled to maintain her superior position jockeying for control using her muscle to try and choke him out, but he was able to fight as she continued trying to use force in her strangle hold. "Fucking with the wrong crew, time to take a nap." her hold was getting tighter as she started digging deeper under his chin, she felt rage brewing over how many times these sacks of shit had jumped Max. But as the behemoth stood she was hoisted up from her feet, but Lavana would not relinquish that rear naked choke. So the beast started ramming his back into the wall, it was rough but Lavana was locked in and determined to hold on as she disciplined herself to breath and keep applied pressure. "Big For Nothing" Lavana cackled while she smiled a toothy grin applying her hold.
Lavana would target the biggest guy and keep him busy, to break up the cluster fuck that would have been a carousel style beat down for Max.
Some were torn to handle Max, others torn to help there boy but but only time would tell. Lavana saw the path to victory, divide and conquer.
As the big guy was starting to give in as blood flow and oxygen were being deprived of him the struggle hastening an inevitable black out if he was not assisted. You could tell just by looking at him he was in trouble, staring at his peers hoping someone would come to his aid to get the crazy bitch off of him.