Chapter #5Fighters at the bar by: Unknown You certainly did not doubt your own fighting prowess, you hadn't been universally banned for nothing after all, but still the more muscle on your side the better. Traversing the relative slum you were in you eventually found your way to a bar, a rough and tumble one with some strong looking patrons. Several of whom were currently engaged in some sort of altercation. Thee people, two men and one woman, were currently encircling a third person who you believed to be some sort of mixture between the two or an alien life form, about a head taller than you with grand muscles, dull green skin, fang like canines, a long black pony tail mohawk combination, and both a masculine and feminine figure. This person was in the midst of an argument, her voice composed but her heart rate betraying her fear to you. "Look, just tell Farsa that I'll have her money next week. We've been associates for a long time, she knows I'm good for it."
One of the males laughed at the proposal made by the green one. "I'm sorry, she gave us very explicit instructions to either collect the money you owe or, and I'm using her words here not mine, 'or pull that dumb bitch's teeth out so I can personally inspect how much bull shit has been shoveling through them'. If you don't have the money on you then unfortunately you're going to have to see why I was never allowed into any orthodontics schools." He threatened.
Helping out the gang of people would probably get you some more company, though you were more interested with helping out the person who owed money. If you saved her she'd be indebted to you, which would be very favorable. And... you while you weren't one who would allow emotion to overtake reason you would be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that you had some form of preference for the underdog, the oppressed, the fearful. After all you fit all three of those descriptors.
"Excuse me sir." You call out, grabbing all three of the thugs' attention. "Your boss sounds like a powerful person, surely someone like her doesn't need the money right this moment."
The female of the group laughed. "Is this for real? Your girlfriend is trying to bail you out?!"
The green one is quick to retort, "NO! I don't even know this girl!" She looked at you with bewilderment, unsure why you were stepping in and worried that you were only making things worse.
"Well she seems pretty chummy with you!" The third person, a squat stocky man said. "Come on, lets collect both of their teeth. I'm sure Farsa wouldn't mind getting a little bonus?" He suggested. His cohorts seemed to agree, as the girl quickly cuffed the green herm to the table before she and her comrades stepped towards you.
This was a mistake. You took a step forward and delivered a bone crunching cross to the taller man's rib cage, causing him to drop in one shot. His friends were startled but undeterred, the woman grabbing your hand while the other man drew a shiv and lunged for your gut. You effortlessly escaped the woman's grip, twisting her wrist to the breaking point and shoving her to the floor before kicking the man backwards into the table knocking the wind out of him. Picking the shiv up you crack it in two with only your fingers, mechanical strength more than a match for mere steel.
The man on the ground had recovered enough to try one last ditch effort to defeat you, producing an energy pistol from his coat pocket. You decided to end this fight, making sure that none of them would attempt anything further. Before he could remove the safety and aim the weapon you trained your eyes on his wrist and activated your eye beams on high power, severing his hand from his forearm leaving only an ashy stump. The man screamed out in pain, any eyes that weren't focused on this scene now giving you their full attention.
The one handed thug, the leader, struggled to his knees. You decided to try and show your potential new friend why she should stick around you by making a show...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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