A serving wrench came up to the group of Thaxarians. She looked extremely weary and worn, her clothes where in desperate need of attention and didn't apear to have had a wash in quite some time. In her eyes their was a dullness that could be attributed to a painfull life and detachedness from reality.
"Haven't seen you before. What can I get you?" She said, obviously intrested in their difference too her usual clientele.
"Forget them Babe, you know what you can get me." A tatooed and pierced man yelled with an accompanying crude gesture, from where he and a group of his similarly adorned fellow were sitting. The group began laughing.
"Ignore them please." The woman said, obviously embarrassed.
Skhaal growled slightly at the foolish looking pierced man then back at the girl "Why do you put up with such things from the foolish men around here?"
"There's no alternative," She said sadly "Now what can I get you?"
Skhaal grinned slightly then it suppressed to a frown again. "I guess me and my men would like a mug of ale?" Skhaal said unsure if hey had ale or some type of odd newer form of ale such as beer.
"Sure, eight mugs of ale coming up." She managed a small smile before moving over to the side bar to pour the drinks. On the way she passed the pierced men's table, whom made loud crude comments and hooted. She ignored them and soon returned with eight mugs balanced on a tray, which she served out to the Thaxarians.
Skhaal and the other thaxarians somehow were sharing the same plan but Skhaal told them without words what he was going to. Skhaal finished his ale as if it was the size of a shot glass and waited to see if that man wanted to make one more crude gestures or comments before he decided the nail him in the head.
He didn't have to wait long. The man who apparently was the leader of the group leapt from his seat and began circling the waitress, ducking up and down and weaving, for no apparent reason. The waitress simply stood still and waited, her weariness becoming more evident. The man tired of this, and attempted to lay a forceful kiss on the waitresses' lips. She didn't resist; knowing it would create more trouble in the long run.
Suddenly Skhaal whipped the glass mug nailing the tattooed man hard sending him to the ground "Take that perverted one..." Skhaal readied himself for a fight and his men took out Force Cascade Pistols in case the others a the table drew guns upon Skhaal.
The rest of the man's group stood up rapidly, knocking the table they where at over. They advanced with an assortment of chains and metal bars. They didn't have a single ranged weapon with them, and appeared to think that some form of etiquette meant that the Thaxarians wouldn't use their guns against them.
Skhaal smirked watching them "Looks even more fun..." Skhaal went to punch the closest man but as another man went to attack Skhaal, Skhaal ducked down and sent a painful hit into the first mans gut.
The other men began to resort to a general melee, tables and chairs began to be thrown everywhere, used as crude projectiles, and chains and bars rained down on both sides. The fight didn't seem to be going to either side since the pierced men where surprisingly good at combat and out numbered the Thaxarians by three men.
Skhaal raised his arm blocking many of the attacks but the chains wrapped around his arm. Skhaal the tried to jerk them back with his strength not sure if he was over powered or not.
The owner of the chain twisted his body, pulling the chain with great force, while swinging the other end of the chain, ended with a sharp spike, towards Skhaals side.
Skhaal quickly used his free hand grabbing the bladed end and then pulling with even greater force than the first time and then sending a powerful kick the chain wielder's head.
The man dodged out the way and put all of his strength to bear, the chain becoming the object of a massive tug of war, both of the men's massive strength being pushed to the limits as the bar collapsed around them in the continuing brawl.
The waitress had taken shelter behind the bar, and did not look entirely phased. It wasn't as if bar fights where rare here, even if this was more sever than most.
Skhaal smirked and spun towards the man lessening the distance between them and sending a powerful and quick kick to his side.
The man grunted but refused to go over. Instead he grabbed Skhaal's leg and wrenched it upwards, flipping him over.
Skhaal landed on his leg that was wrenched upward and landing. Skhaal then removed the metal gauntlet that the chain was ensnared by and it dropped with a fairly heavy thud and Skhaal leaped towards him sending his left fist still covered with a metal gauntlet to his stomach.
The man had braced himself, so the blow was lessened, but still significant. He grabbed Skhaal around the neck, and got him into a complex and extremely painful headlock. Over his head one of his men sailed through the air, straight through the wall before springing back with a dustbin which he rammed over a Thaxarian's head.
Skhaal now that his head was in a headlock he now knew how heavy the man was and could pick him without much problem. Skhaal then wrapped his arms around the man trying to tune out the pain and began to lift him off the ground.
The man drove his knee into the small of Skhaal's back, a cybernetic implant in his leg giving the blow a great amount of impact.
Skhaal grunted letting the man back down and then quickly lifted up the man and turning towards a wall "Get...off my back!" Skhaal then went as fast as he could backwards toward a wall ignoring all hits the man would deliver.
The man in return put his massively powerful legs to good use and swept Skhaal's, landing on top of him and began to pound his face with his fists.
Skhaal began to notice something was amiss and soon grabbed the man's fists and began to over power them and then realised that the mans leg was much stronger.
The man thrust his knee into Skhaals groin. As this was going on others had joined the fight and it was becoming an event with over fifty members.
"Oof...bastard..."Skhaal then slammed a fist into his cap, his gauntlets revealed the tips were spiked and thrust them into his leg dealing great pain and refusing to use dirty fighting.
The man flinched "Same to you." He drew a wicked looking knife out of his belt, and prepared to thrust it into Skhaal's solar plexus.
Skhaal grabbed the knife hand and dug the claw like finger appendages of the gauntlet under the mans skin before reaching into his cloak "It ends now..."
The man let out a low growl, clenching his eyes at the pain, and as an instinctual response ripped his hand away, tearing off a large lump of flesh, and began to rapidly ram his knee into Skhaal's groin, each blow mechanically enhanced.
Skhaal resisted the pain and shifted a metal covered leg in front absorbing the blows. As the man moved his knee back to strike Skhaal, the thaxarian struck him hard in the head, stopping the blows, and followed it through with a punch to the gut before grabbing the hilt of his blade "Come on and hit me..." with a slight grin but was still in a lot of pain.
The man roared, apparently a tech enduced rage, and leapt at Skhaal, hands aimed at his throat.
"Wrong move perverted one..." suddenly a blade had soared across and cut deeply across the mans neck and throat splashing blood on the other brawlers.
The man collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat as his life blood spurted out. Within a few second the light was gone from his eyes, he was dead. The brawl had otherwise ended, most of the pierced group had disappeared, and the Thaxarians where all conscious, but battered, except for one who was unconscious with a dustbin covering his upper body.
Skhaal stabbed the blade through the mans entire body as a ritual that the warriors usually performed of fallen warriors to strengthen their blades. Skhaal then turned to the people "This is what is in store for all who invade a woman's privacy..." Skhaal said coldly and then saw the waitress peek over the counter and the thaxarians taking the dust bin off his body and picked him off the ground.
The waitress looked around disjectibly. Her job was now gone, when the manager came back from his lunch break she'd be for the sack for sure. With one of the walls demolished and every piece of furniture broken her career opportunities didn't look great. She let out a pain filled sigh and held her face in her hands, trying to accept this new blow life had dealt her.
Skhaal then came to his senses and looked at the waitress more closely realising she looking a bit sad and frustrated so Skhaal walked up to her "What is wrong?"
"Oh nothing, it just happens that my place of work has been destroyed by you and your men, I'm about to be fired, I have no where to live, and my future is looking just a little bleak!" The sarcasm was weak, her sadness taking even this from her.
Skhaal, feeling sorry her having no where to live, he then spoke to her a bit awkwardly "Well...um...this may sound a bit odd but you could stay with us for a while..." he said, moved by her plight-
She looked at him flatly, evaluating his intentions. It was true that these men had utterly destroyed the bar, and had killed men, brutaly but not seeing anything that would suggest more than the usual amount of abuse, she gave in, her desperate situation requiring risks to be taken. "Alright then. I'm Dawn by the way, Dawn Crowley." She looked one more time around the bar, littered with debris and bodies, a second wall collapsed and the building looked to go the same way "Nothing left for me here."
JP by:
Zakalwe (waitress and pierced men)
Skhaal (Skhaal and Thaxarians)