Just your average bar brawl stabbing {open}

[Applejack Smith]

"Yeah, well, that was just a temporary lack of judgement," Applejack muttered under her breath. She'd let him figure out if she meant not fighting back in the first place or fighting back then. She did take his hand though, and for a moment, they just stood there while the room slowly settled down around them.

"I'm fine," she said, her voice harsher than she'd intended it to be at the woman's suggestion. "Ain't no need to be fussin' over me. Let's just get outta--" She stopped as well as she saw the cluster of bodies blocking the exit. She couldn't tell if they were fighting or just all trying to get out at the same time. "Oh for cryin' out loud!" She shouted in frustration.

It would occur to Applejack later that maybe the better option here would have just been to find another exit. Right then though, she was grumpy and just wanted to get out of the place. "Here, hold this," she said, handing the woman her guitar. She then looked around her and found a long orange cord, trailing out of the wall. She yanked it out and rushed up to the cluster.

Under two minutes later, one of the people was hog tied and setting off to the side. Don't ask her how she'd done it; she couldn't remember even a minute after doing it. The sheer desire to get out of here and the adrenaline had forced her actions. A. J. whistled a high, clear note. "All right! Listen up!" When nobody stopped clamoring for the doorway, she took the hog tied man's belt off and flicked it like a whip. "I said, listen up!" This got their attention if only because the buckle caught one of their ears. "I'm gonna give y'all to the count of three to move outta my way or else." She nudged the hog tied man with her boot, clearly implying that she'd have no problem doing the same to them. "One..." No one waited for two. Instead, they started scampering over one another in their haste to get out of the way of this crazy redneck.

Applejack turned to face the others, smiling. And...that's when she collapsed.

[Guts Blackhound]

All the black swordsman could do was give an impressed whistle at the blonde haired woman had managed to not only hog tie a man, but get a whole rooms attention. He had been able to get the same effect at times back in his own world, but it usually meant drawing his sword (Which, at present was still outside) or through the use of threats. He had gotten out of many situations with just the threat of violence, although it was regularly only after he displayed his aptitude for it first.
This woman had gone and done it with just a hostage, a rope and a threat. He had to admit, he was impressed. And then she fell unconscious.

Guts took one look back at the raven haired girl. She was injured, but she could walk well enough without aid now from what he could tell. If she needed help then he knew there would be problems.
"Anyone moves and their dead." He growled his threat to the crowd as he ushered himself forwards, making his way over to the exit. He stopped next to the unconscious form of Applejack, looking down at her for a second. It wasn't normally his way, but she had helped them and her whole display just then had impressed him. He'd help her out one more time.

Leaning down, he slowly scooped her up into his arms and with a heave picked her up. His movement was slower then before, his body sore from his previous efforts that were only now coming back to him. He had gotten distracted by the battle that he'd ignored his own body's rapidly exhausting state, and now it was beginning to hit him like a tonne of bricks. He had enough to keep a hold on the girl in his arms, but his movement was slow and even a bit groggy as he made his way up the stairs.

He was seriously going to need to rest after this.

[Marceline Abadeer]

"Wow, that's hot," muttered Marceline. She watched, obviously impressed, while Applejack dealt with the rowdy ruffians in a matter most befitting her awarded title of country knight. Of course, Marceline's attention was decidedly split between the action being done and the girl doing the doing. As Applejack finished, Marcy offered a little clap of applause, again communicating just how impressed. She'd barely gotten a few claps in when the blonde collapsed.

Which brought on another "oh shit" moment. Marceline froze, her eyes drifting over to the crowd, who looked about ready to snap. The large helper worked his way toward the blonde, moving with a sort of menace usually reserved for professional assassins (which, come to think of it, was a distinct possibility here). He'd moved to scoop up the blonde easily enough, and Marceline was hoping that nobody noticed what seemed to be a bit of a slow-down there.

"He didn't mean me!" she chirped, moving forward, playing off the throbbing injury in her side. She winked jauntily at the crowd, wiggling a few fingers. "Great show tonight, guys!  Lookin' forward to seeing you all again! And make sure to tip the bartender! Oh, and we're both heavily armed, so don't go running after us, or we'll have to mess you up! Toodles!"

And with that, Marceline followed Guts up the stairs, and hopefully out of the bar, and definitely out of the fight.