I Swear This Is Legal [Closed-FINISHED]

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. His mind was flooded with memories from the past, and he simply couldn't concentrate. First he was thinking of Midnight, who sweet talked him into thinking that she'd give him a night to remember. Then he thought of him and Saline, when he had lied and led him on into thinking that the two of them would be an item. It wasn't sure whom he was angrier at, but if there was one thing that was clear, it was that he wouldn't stand for this level exploitation.

Without warning, he slammed the glasses forward, shattering them on the stallions heads. Should they not be rendered unconscious, the quickly approaching bouncers would mop up.

Low simply stood there in the same pose he had been standing in for the past minute, only his neutral expression was now twisted into a death glare. He was breathing deep and fast, his hooves pushing into each other so hard they looked about to crack. After a few seconds, he takes a deep breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth as the anger dissipates. When he opens his eyes again, the anger and hatred is gone, replaced by worry as he looks to Spirit. He hurries around to the other side and prods her with his hoof, "Spirit, a-are you alright?"

Low held out a hoof to help her up, "Some stallions spiked your drink. They wanted to use the back room, but I gave them a little talk on how I feel about taking advantage of others." Low reaches out another hoof and steps on one pile of broken glass, making a cracking sound. Although his face remained expressionless, his eyes betrayed a hint of worry, "They'll probably want revenge, but I can handle them."

Low cursed loudly as he saw the blood start to leak onto the floor. Thinking quickly, he looked to the nearest bouncer, "Go call Helping Hooves." As he ran out through the door in the direction of the hospital, Low turned back towards Spirit, "Sorry about that. Here." He puts his foreleg around Midnight and slips himself around her own foreleg, helping her up to a standing position as he attempts to lead her away from the counter area.

Low gently laid her down on the floor, shaking his head, "No, you are obviously not in good condition. You're going to need an EMT to clean your wounds and maybe find a way to flush the drugs from your system. It's going to be alright, Miss Weaver, just stay calm."

As Spirit began to slip into unconsciousness, the EMTs arrived. Upon further inspection of the wound, it looks like she is going to need stitches. One of them unpacks a stretcher and the two place her on it. Lifting her up on her shoulders, they begin hauling her out of the bar towards the hospital.

As Spirit would wake up, she would see Low sitting on cushion near her bed reading a magazine. He hadn't intended to come to the hospital, but he had also never encountered a duo of rapists as well organized the two back there. He decided it would be best to check up on her after the shift to see if she was alright. To be sure, he had stopped at home, changed out of his work clothes, and left a note for Niara saying he was at the hospital.

Hearing the sounds of stirring, he glances over in her direction, noticing that she is awake. He puts down the magazine and smiles warmly, "Glad to see you're alright. How do you feel?"