Bare Knuckle (CLOSED)

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It had been a long day of work outs, healing, Tax Collecting and running. You would not believe how much running you have to do as a tax collector. People take off once you tell them they owe money. Like running is really going to help you. Most of your stuff is back at your house what is running away going to accomplish. Still Balgoth had to go chase people down and beat the money out of them. Then he had to heal them back to normal. It was annoying process and after a long day of this Balgoth was ready for a break.

Balgoth entered into a Bar, but not just any Bar it was the Drunken Dragon. The Drunken Dragon was the rough toughest bar in the entire region. It was well known for its strong spirits, sturdy structure, and brutal bar fights. It was just the place Balgoth wanted to be at the end of a long day. There was nothing like a good bar fight and a strong glass of whiskey. Though it was not coworker friendly. Most of the other Tax Collectors avoided the place. Probably thanks to the high number of the patrons being people they audited and took coin from. Balgoth however was counting on it. It was never a good time unless somebody was laid out on the floor. In this bar he had plenty of people looking to fight him and plenty of reason to want to fight. It was always a good time in the Drunken Dragon.

[Aurek]

Aurek had heard of the Drunken Dragon from a few of the bars he had been frequenting recently. Up until this point though, he had never had a reason to visit the place. Now though, he had found his reason. The day had been truly piss poor. Literally, the morning had started with someone urinating on him in an alleyway. Apparently, beating the living daylights out of the offender was not a permissible action. After getting roughed up by some guards, Aurek took a trip down to a river to wash himself off. He was used to being dirty but this was different. Unfortunately, he fell into the river while trying to clean. A quick wash after that found him bruised, angry, and soaking wet. It was in this manner that he entered the Drunken Dragon.

Refusing to acknowledge anyone, he simply walked straight up to the counter. "Strongest drink you have. Straight."

The barkeep took one look at Aurek and immediately handed him his drink. It was a dark red, almost black in color. The smell was overwhelming. It was almost sinister. The soldier simply took one look at it before tossing it back. It burned like getting blinded. He could feel it burn the back of his throat followed by a satisfactory sloshing into his stomach. The warmth hit his fingers, then his feet before reaching behind his eyes and exploding in tingles. Aurek blinked a few times. That was awful. "Gimme two more." A quick look and down the hatch for the first one. He would wait on the second.

He had successfully confirmed the first rumor. The Drunken Dragon had wonderfully strong drinks. Now, it was time to relieve some anger. The old man began scouring the place, looking for his first fight of the night.

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"Three shots", spoke Balgoth as he looked at the old man across the bar. He was surprised the old greaser had not passed out yet. He was not a regular here and thus he was not initiated. Most passer by could only take a single shot of the Black Dragon, but this old man had taken three. "Old greaser got a stomach of lead", spoke Balgoth as he finished off his fourth shot. As always it was one single gulp. This was not fine wine or weak whiskey. This was the black dragon. The only place on your body that could take this concoction was the stomach. Any place else you were asking for a burn. Balgoth was in a happy mood. Strong drink and a cool night. Now all he needed was his fight, thought he was not in a hurry. He was sure it was going to happen soon. It always happen, there was never a day here were the Drunken Dragon did not have a bar fight.

"Hey you lout", spoke a half drunk man as he shuffled over to Balgoth. "I re...re..remember you", he spoke in a drunken studier."Your the guy who took me loot and me treasure. I want it back you crocket pig of the governmmmmennt." For some strange reason he held onto the word government and said crocket instead of crocked. The alcohol had obviously beaten him, but Balgoth could care less. It was a invitation to a fight and a fight was his very reason for being here

"Piss off", spoke Balgoth as he poured himself another cup. "I took your money because you did not pay your taxes. Go cry to somebody else before I knock your lights out."

"Why you", spoke the man as he rose his fist. Balgoth, far more sober than he was, got out of his seat and threw a punch to intercept the man. However mid flight the drunken lout passed out and fell to the floor. His body dropped like a brick and Balgoth's fist missed its mark. The priest may have missed that man's face, but his fist were not swung in vain. Balgoth's fist flew forward and hit geezer in the face."

Crap thought Balgoth as the blow connected. He did not mean to hit the old man, but in truth he did not really care.

[Aurek]

Someone said piss. Aurek had found the target for his anger. Downing his last shot, he sized the man up. Just in time to take a punch to the face. The large fellow's fist made Aurek's body rotate slightly as his cheek felt the full force of the hit. Wincing, he swirled his tongue around his mouth, catching the bitter remains of his drink and a slight tinge of iron. First blood, eh? That settles it. he thought. The first one of the night was going to be tough. For some reason, they always had to be large fellows, didn't they? Oh well. he figured. I've beat his kind before and tonight I'm feeling especially violent. Given the nature of the situation, Aurek figured a straight up brawl was going to help a lot more than his usual dirty tactics. He was there to relieve anger, not kill everyone around him. The Drunken Dragon was known for fights, not deaths.

Spitting off to the side, Aurek swung with a large, right-handed roundhouse aimed directly at his attacker's face. The punch would be easy to dodge. Aurek continued the spinning motion down and around. His true aim was to land a kick to his opponent's knee. Planting both hands, Aurek's booted heel came searching for a weak joint to break. Okay, maybe he wasn't actually going to do a straight up brawl. Maybe he just wanted to win like usual. Oh he hoped to the gods the alcohol would kick in with a vengeance.

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Well it looked like Balgoth had found his entertainment for the night. The old man took the punch like a regular. He took the time to spit to the side and dedicated himself to a fight. Balgoth had to give it to him though. He took a direct punch from Balgoth and was still walking. Most men would crumble up cry. The old greaser retaliated with a punch of his own. Far too obvious thought Balgoth as he leaned back and dodged the punch. Maybe the old man had one too many. Throwing punches like that was not going to win you a bar fight. Suddenly Balgoth felt the pain in his knee.

"Son of a Sacean", shouted Balgoth as he grabbed hold of his knee. This old man was smarter than he thought. Balgoth had to chalk it up to the aged man's experiences. Still he was not going to let the old man have the last word in the fight. From the ground position Balgoth moved his hand over and grabbed one of the nearby stools. He then swung it over and smashed it trying to hit the old bugger from the side. Afterwards he rose up and attempted to front kick the aged man. The two move combination was quite famous at the bar. Many of the patrons suffered from it themselves while fighting against Balgoth. First comes the chair to grab your attention then comes the front kick to your chest to knock you off your feet.

[Aurek]

Aurek laughed as the larger man was brought low. His wild swing had invited overconfidence and the solid kick had brought reality rushing back. Typical brute didn't know anything. Aurek was not surprised in the slightest when the other grabbed a chair and swung it at him. Ducking, he could feel the rush of wind as the chair passed over him. That blow would have cracked a few ribs. Instead, the soldier popped up, feeling quite confident. That is, until a boot solidly planted itself in his chest. Should have seen that coming. he thought as he felt himself get lifted off the ground. He had gotten cocky and missed a combination move similar to the one he had just used. The stupidity of his mistake hurt worse than getting the wind knocked out of him as he landed on the counter.

Trying desperately to inhale, Aurek noticed the barkeep was placidly staring on. "Oh, this is a regular thing, huh?" he said while still lying on the counter. "Well then," Aurek reached behind the counter and grabbed the two of the nearest bottles. Sitting up, he chucked both in quick succession, each aimed at the face. "Catch!" he yelled, throwing himself off the counter. Both of his feet were aimed solidly at the other man's chest for a double plant kick. It was time for a little revenge. Oh yes, Aurek could feel his anger simmering. Nothing better to cool a man's heart than a stout drink and sweet revenge.

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"Take that you old coot", spoke Balgoth as he saw the old man fly. That is what he deserved for kicking him in the knee earlier. Nothing felt better than planting his foot in the old man's chest. The sweet taste of violence and the strong stench of a good drink. Throw in a pretty girl and a man would need nothing else. Still the idea of kicking a aged man through the air would not normally sit well with Balgoth. Sure he was tax collector, bur he still had a heart. If Dede had saw him now she would be ashamed. To bad none of that was running through Balgoth's mind at the moment. Only the crucible of violence standing before him and the warm feeling of alcohol in his belly. Alcohol made you do stupid things and forget your morals.

The old man began to chuck drinks at Balgoth. The burly priest swung his massive arms knocking both the bottles out the air with sweeping motion of his arms. The deflected bottles flew off and slammed into the chest and faces of two drunken bystanders. As one would predict they did not take that too kindly.

"Hey watch it", shouted one of the men.

"Piss off", shouted Balgoth as a sudden force hit his chest. While he took his eyes off the old man the geezer dropped kicked him in the chest. Like a tree in the forest Balgoth fell over as the force of the old man's weight and moment pushed him over in a pivot. "Son of a", spoke Balgoth as he hit the ground. A loud thump filled the air as his wide back hit the floor. For a moment Balgoth put his hand on his chest trying to regain his breath. "Alright that is it", he spoke as he grabbed a chair and tossed it toward the old man. He did not expect much results from it, but it did give him time to recover.

[Aurek]

Aurek went down with his victim. However, in order to create a little space, he continued forward by rolling away. Getting to his feet, he managed to knock over a table and spill a few drinks. Basically, he had accidentally raised the ire of a two patrons. "Watch what you're doing!" they yelled at him.

"I'll watch what I'm doing when I beat your face in!" he yelled back. At that moment, Aurek noticed another stool coming at him. Rather than dodging this time, he reached out both hands and managed to catch it. The catch itself was a little awkward with some fumbling involved. Within moments, he had secured a good grip on it though. "Thanks!" he called out.

Smash! Crack! The first sound was the stool splitting apart as it connected with the head of one of the two arguing with Aurek. The second was the sound of that person's head hitting the ground. Smiling cruelly, Aurek repeated the process on the other. Smash! Crack! Tossing away the remaining splinters, Aurek turned back toward his now standing, lunk of an original opponent. As he was considering what to do next, a fist to the back of the head interrupted him. Apparently, someone was friends with two unconscious on the floor. Without thinking, Aurek spun, grabbed the nearest person behind him and threw him straight at the dark haired one. Lowering his shoulder, Aurek charged right behind the stumbling person. Impacting straight into the other's back, Aurek had sent the original a headbutt to the gut by proxy. Backing up, Aurek rubbed the back of his head as he thought of what to drink next.

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Suddenly the sound of a broken stool filled the air. Balgoth looked up to see the old man starting a fight with someone else. "Oh man what a fool", spoke Balgoth. He knew the guy, he was a regular, and he knew his friend who was sitting not far over. In this incident if Balgoth was sober he would let his victory be a victory with his opponent being beaten down by other people. However Balgoth was not sober and thus he took offense to somebody else beating down his opponent. Who do they thing they were beating the person he was beating. What they thought he was too weak to get the job done. Well Balgoth was going to show them. He was going to show them just how strong he was.

While the other man was attacking the old man Balgoth moved to cross the room to attack him. The old man however had thrown him toward Balgoth and in a combination Balgoth had punched the incoming man in the face. The punch was hard and the sound could be heard throughout the building. With the threat of his fight being taken over by another, which was not really a threat at the time he acted, Balgoth was ready to return to his assault on the old man. The enraged drunk grabbed a nearby table and lifted it above his head. He took a moment to aim as he was drunk and wanted to be sure he was throwing the thing in the right direction and then tossed the table toward the old man.

[Aurek]

By this point, Aurek could definitely feel the affects of his three drinks. In fact, three may have been a few too many. I need something to calm my stomach. he thought. Something like... a table? The furniture flying through the air quickly roused Aurek from his musings as he brought both arms up to block. A terrible decision for the beard. Beneath the weight of the table, he was knocked forcibly to the ground. Rolling around in pain, Aurek simply groaned. Thankfully, he was just hurt. Nothing seemed to be broken. Thank goodness he still had his armor on. Rolling onto his stomach, Aurek coughed a few times.

Crawling towards the big brute, Aurek began slowly picking himself up using other tables, chairs, and people. When he finally made it to his feet, he grabbed the nearest empty chair, blindly swinging it in the direction he was walking. Unfortunately, the chair seemed to be a bit old as the backrest broke off. The seat of the chair flew off into a corner, disturbing another onlooker by colliding with his face. Confused, Aurek stopped to observe his new weapon. Shrugging, he hoisted it behind his head and threw it at his opponent much the same way the table was thrown at him. Immediately, Aurek tried to follow the trajectory on foot but was met with some resistance. There was a body laying on the floor, just waiting to trip Aurek. It succeeded.

Once more on the floor, Aurek rolled all the way until he hit a wall. Getting up, he looked around. He was back at the bar. What was he doing? Oh yeah, ordering another drink. He called out to the barkeep, "I'll have an ale." Turning, he looked at the large man huffing and puffing nearby. Waving his hand in greeting, Aurek asked, "How's it going?"

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Success thought Balgoth as he saw the table hit the old man. Unfortunately it also hit a few other people as well. They were casualties. Balgoth then felt a bit shaky. He had not been hit, but the alcohol was starting to take effect. The Black Dragon earned its reputation. Despite all the fighting him and the old man were doing he did not feel a shiver of pain. Well he felt pain, but nothing compared to the real deal he was suppose to be feeling. "Man I need to lay off the drinking", spoke Balgoth. Almost as if the gods of whiskey and Beer had decided to punish him for his blasphemy the old man's broken chair flew and hit Balgoth in the chest. The force of the blow was enough to knock him off his feet and leave him gasping for air. You could not let your guard down for a second in this brawl. Balgoth however was not done yet. He would have his vengeance.

"Here you go", spoke the bar tender as he slid a jug of ale down his bar. With pin point accuracy it stopped right in front of the old man. The barkeep's facial expression did not change a bit as he watched the two of them go at it. The broken chairs and tables did not matter to him. It was just another day int the Drunken Dragon.

"Angry and vengeful Balgoth grabbed a glass from a nearby table, ticking the man off in the process. As the man move to argue Balgoth punched him in the nose and kept on walking. "Black Dragon Rum", spoke Balgoth as he carried the drink over to his nemesis. Hes vengeance meeter was at max and his mind was drunk. Taking advantage of the old man's new drink Balgoth tossed the glass of rum toward the old man's eyes. He then took a swing with his fist trying to hit him in the jaw.

[Jabal]

Jabal had decided to completely ignore the fight between the two drunken idiots behind him, though doing so was taking more effort than he would have liked, since this piss water the humans called ale wasn’t doing its job. Wasn’t it supposed to dull the mind and addle the senses? Jabal had been hoping to lose himself to a bit of drink, maybe take his mind off of the incredible feeling of loss and alienation he was currently experiencing, but after ten pints, all the dragon was feeling was a bit full and very annoyed.

The dragon’s upset anger was barely keeping itself in check when the massive man felt himself struck in the back of the head by a beer filled mug. It didn’t hurt, but the feeling of smelly golden-brown liquid dripping down his back, seeping its way between his skin and his shirt, was wholly uncomfortable. Ugh, and he had just gotten a tailor to sew this for him! These stupid humans! Why couldn't they just let everyone drink in peace? Who did they think they were, coming in here and destroying the place!? More importantly, who did they think they were disturbing JABAL, THE MOUNTAIN, CLAN LEADER OF THE MUSENEN JABAL!?!?

Thus the straw broke the camel’s back.

Fuming, the Mountain slowly stood up from his stool, erecting himself to his full height. He could feel his head brush up against a low hanging ceiling beam as he took a deep breath. Taking a step forward, he sidestepped a flying chair seat, then watched as the dark skinned man hurled a glass towards the old man’s face. Humans. Jabal leaned down, wrapped his fingers around the sides of a nearby table, then, furniture in hand, lifted the wooden object into the air then hurled it at the tax collector.

[Aurek]

Aurek grabbed the mug of ale heartily, spilling a bit in the process. Gulping down the cool liquid, he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. It seemed someone wanted him to try a new drink. Except with his eyes. Aurek immediately brought his already raised arm a little higher to cover his precious sight. Never losing that again. Unfortunately, that action caused him to spill his drink on himself. "Crimeny!" he spluttered. With his arm covering his eyes, the soldier was unable to see the fist coming at him. Fortunately, his arm also helped to soften the blow. Stumbling to the side, Aurek nearly tipped over.

Catching himself on a wall, he looked back just in time to notice an obscenely large man throw a table at the enemy. Pinning himself against the wall, Aurek no longer felt the need to fight. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. he thought. That is, until he felt his hand brush up against something. Slowly shifting his head, Aurek beheld the beauty that was a broom. With weapon in hand, the old man decided the the enemy of his enemy was still an enemy. Back into the fray! Aurek charged the unprotected back of his new opponent, broom held like a lance. Thrusting wildly, he hoped to at least get a solid shot at the kidney. After all, it was a fairly big target, and this was his most effective means of attacking. The only thing not in his favor was just how tipsy he was feeling. Whether he was standing up straight or actually swaying heavily was entirely up for debate. The fact that everything occasionally dropped out of focus was also not very inspiring for this attack's success.

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Got ya, thought Balgoth to himself as he felt the sweet sensation of his fist slamming into the old man's mouth. There was nothing like punching a person you disliked in the face. Balgoth would have reveled in the sensation it it was not for the flying table. The table smacked into him without warming knocking Balgoth to the ground. Normally a bolt of pain would shoot through his entire body, but the Black Dragon was doing its stuff. The alcohol numbed his whole body. The only thing Balgoth felt was a slight sensation around his back. Pulling himself off the ground Balgoth looked to see a quite impressive man standing before him. The old greaser seemed to be attacking him with a broom, thought Balgoth could not fathom the reason. In truth thought he did not care. The only thing on his mind at the moment was getting back at the man who threw a table at him, which was still throbbing.

"Alright lets see what you got", spoke Balgoth as he pulled himself off the ground. The tax collector bent over and put three fingers on the ground and took a low stance. He took a moment first to aim himself as his vision was not the best at the moment. Ready and aimed Balgoth ran forward at full speed. He kept his body low and his head raised as he rushed forward throwing his body at the tall man like a missile. Balgoth goal bring the pain. How he was going to do it?" By throwing his whole body into him at full speed.

[Jabal]

The dragon grinned in satisfaction as the dark skinned man went crashing backwards into the ground after being struck full on by the force of a flying table. Jabal figured that would put the man down for a good while, but as he turned to go back to his seat at the bar, Jabal spotted the older man that had come charging up from behind him, wielding a broom in his direction like a lance. The move would have been threatening, at least some what, if not for the serpentine swaying of the broom tip. Hell, it looked more like the man was painting the air with the wrong side of a brush than it did like he was charging to attack.

Not being plastered stupid like these other two, though not for lack of trying, Jabal had more than enough time to step out of the way as he swung his large hand at the back of the old human's head like a man trying to swat a fly.
"Imbeciles," he muttered under his breath in a low, guttural growl. He sighed, rubbing his hands together and continuing on back towards his chair, before being suddenly struck from behind and sent lurching forward. The dragon stumbled, almost hitting his jaw on the bar, before catching himself on the edge of the counter by throwing both of his arms forward like flying buttresses. What!? Jabal turned his head to see the dark skinned human slammed into him. Impudent-!

The Mountain grabbed at the small man with his right hand, swiveling around to face his "opponent", and swore that if he got his hands on him he would hurl him across the room.