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RP (non-canon) The SARP Bar Fight, Grand Reopening

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Nevaraon

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Time again for some old school bar fighting. Same rules as before, for everyone who hasn't done this before, look below.

Rules are simple:
-You’re not able to destroy the bar. As the walls floor and ceiling are protected by Plot shields outclassing those in Gundam seed destiny. The furniture is destructible though.

-The neko bartenders are all packing aether rifles. Don't mess with them.

-Characters are not invincible

-Everything is possible. From pulling Tsar bombs out of your suitcase and instantly detonate it to transporting alien life forms into the bar.

-Quantity over quality: No long descriptions and talks. If you’re able to talk you’re not blowing things up thus allowed to be kicked out of the bar by ChuckBot Bouncer

-ChuckBot Bouncer IS invincible and inhumanly strong.

-Have fun and don’t sit in dark corners its so overdone.

Robert "Rags" Raggleton walked into an old bar with the lights off. He switched on the light switch. "I'm feeling up for a good old bar fight. Lemme see who comes on in..." He took up a seat as a neko bartender brought him up a drink.
 
The Neko waitress bringing him the drink stood next to him.
"There will indeed be a fight, sir." She said softly - then her voice changed, "You're in it."

The sound of ripping latex and computer crackling could be heard as Luca Pavone's holographic-disguise and latex facemask came off.
"It's show time." He said as a small riff played a few bars in the background.
Before Robert had a chance to turn around, Luca had picked up Robert's chair, occupant and all and hauled it over his head, turning around to the table, and dropping him on it.
"Fell for that one, eh?" Luca commented.
 
"Hey man, Now you're trippin." Robert lept back up and over the bar where he did a leg sweep knocking the Action hero over.
 
Luca fell on his back, then flung his legs backwards, rolled and stood up, away from Robert and next to a chair.
"Bring it on!"
He kicked upwards with one leg, then awkwardly towards Robert with the other. He was prepared to roll backwards over a table if Robert charged towards him.
 
It was now that Chandler stepped up from the table, his long coat sweeping dramatically out behind him, revealing his armament of melee weapons. He withdrew two small swords from the inner lining of the jacket and took a swing at Luca, all without saying a word.
 
Robert's small knife, which had also come out, seemed rather impotent against the much longer short swords. But he threw it at Chandler's back. "Sometimes, a knife can reach farther than a sword" he said as he whipped his pistol out and fired three shots off at Luca
 
Luca's ears tingled for a moment, and he unwittingly sidestepped the swords, then saw Robert with a gun.
"Whoa! I thought this was a FISTFIGHT." He was able to dodge shot one and two, but three got him in the arm. He swerved towards Robert and gave a flailing, but strong punch to the jaw, probably dislocating it.
 
Chandler said nothing as he maneuvered his right hand sword around behind him in a lightning-fast maneuver, knocking the knife into the air. As it fell down, Chandler tossed one of his swords into the air, then caught the knife and threw it back at Robert. When the sword finished its drop the soldier caught it easily.
 
Robert rubbed his jaw which was only majorly strained instead of dislocated. He retaliated with a pistol whip to Luca's head. Then jumping back he shot 3 more shots at Chandler, before having his knife get caught in his shirt.
 
Luca quickly rubbed his head where a pistol-shaped mark had been left, then slid backwards, turned around and saw Chandler at last - his cover blown.
"Oh I see you like to do it from behind, eh?"
Luca charged into him and spear tackled him against a wall, probably doing hell to his back.
"Let's be a bit more upfront!"
 
Again, nothing.

Chandler swept the sleeve of his jacket across Luca's jacket where a sudden gash appeared. A hidden srbosjek was wrapped around Chandler's palm!
 
The slash was of some surprise to Luca, as he jumped back, looked down and took a look at the damage. His jacket had protected him from part of the slash, but the singlet he was wearing underneath offered little protection!
"Ack!" Another heavy hit would probably down the man.

He then decided to draw his own knife. The large, diamondised survival knife he'd gotten during his tour of duty with the YSE.
He waited for either Chandler or Robert to make a move. He planned to counter it and send his foe into a wall with a kick. The strenuous activity might make his current wound worse, though.
 
Robert however was doing a flying double kick at Chandler's face. He flew in roaring a fierce battlecry.
 
Mitch entered the bar and was somewhat surprised to see Luca engaged in a brawl. He was, at first, a little challenged since he had considered himself to be the bar brawler in chief of the Phoenix, but soon got over this sufficiently to come to the aid of his companion. Shrugging of his jackets and slipping a pair of knuckledusters onto his large hands he waded in to the fro, putting all of his considerable weight and strength into a roundhouse punch to Robert's face, aiming to catch him while he was still in the air.
 
Robert saw the punch just before it landed. Flipping out of the kick, he grabbed the fist and used it for leverage while he change direction in mid-air and swung his leg towards the side of the newcomer's face.
 
"Mitch!" Luca exclaimed as he sized up Chandler, taking note of the blade attached to the glove on his hand.
He swung his knife wildly, aiming for the blade on the hand. Surely, such a small blade wouldn't stand up against such a hit.

After that, Luca followed using the momentum of his rush with his back leg kicking Chandler squarely in the chest.
 
Mitch responded with a certain degree of surprised by catching Robert's foot and swinging him repeatedly into the nearest wall. By and large Mitch did not like his attacks to be so easily avoided.
 
Luca's diamondised blade hit straight and true, and shattered Chandler's srbosjek. Shaking the impact off quickly, Chandler proceeded to block Luca's kick with deadly precision, watching the kick get closer... Closer...

There! Chandler grabbed a hold of Luca's foot and cross-blocked the kick, bringing his elbow down hard on Luca's lower leg.
 
Robert grabbed Mitch's shoulder between swings and pinched at the base of the neck in hopes of hitting some sort of nerves.
 
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