Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2020 17:07:07 GMT -5
It was getting on late into the evening when he finally made it to the bar his old friend had owned and ran, a little place called the "Crowbar." After being outed as an illegal BOW, Adams place of business had practically tanked. More "respectable" establishments picking up the business from STARS and RPD members that decided to take their custom elsewhere. Now it became something of a den for thieves and lowlifes, as well as, supposedly, a meet up spot for members of TYRANT. A pair of earphones drowned out the cacophony of noise from the city's nightlife, music pounding along in his head as he pushed into the old bar, immediately garnering stares. From his height and build, it was obvious he was no regular college kid out looking to go slumming for the night, and the massive sword he carried lent him a comical or dangerous air, depending on your own personal level of confidence. Emerald eyes swept the bars patrons, the hint of a playful smile dancing across his lips. A few moved from their seats to stand warily against the stranger who had entered what they considered their territory.
"So! I hear you fine examples of humanity might be in the possession of some information I'm after. Who killed Adam Kurgan?"" he announced to the room at large. His pulse quickened as he saw scowls and mocking laughter echoed throughout the room.
"What? That dead freak what was killed awhile back? Who cares?" one laughed disparagingly.
"Yeah, who cares what happened to some dead terrorist bastard? Good riddance I say!" another called out to general agreeance from the room at large.
"Now piss off, before we make you." another rumble of agreement met this declaration and a full blown grin stretched across his face.
"You know, it's best not to make judgements on people you don't know, right? Your moms should've taught you better!" he declared,a single stride bringing him in close to his leading opponent. The music swelled as he drove his fist into his opponents gut, lifting him several inches into the air and driving the breath out of him explosively to drop writhing on the ground. There was a stunned moment of silence before the bar erupted into chaos. He grinned and dropped back, letting them come to him as he swept aside their clumsy attacks with ease, reaching a hand up to unbuckle the baldric that held his sword on his back, letting it drop to the ground with an ominous rumble.
Without warning, the music cycled over to a new song that brought out a bark of laughter from him. Going with the sudden change in music he started bobbing in place as his opponents came at him, picking up the pace and swaying with the beat, unable to contain the grin on his face. As one thrust at him with a knife his torso swayed to the side as he went to one foot, hopping sideways, fist pumping in the air to crack across the jaw of one man, dropping him like a stone. As another thrust to where he was now he immediately swayed back the other way, hopping on the one foot back the direction he came, fist cracking another man and dropping him. Going with it, he flipped sideways, boots finishing the job as the man caught one after the other under the jaw, dropping him back and out of the fight. He planted his hands on the ground and spun deftly, boots lashing out to connect in the stomachs of the men around him and clearing the space around him. With a heave of his arms he entered another flip, bringing his heel down on another mans head and slamming him to the ground and now with his feet below him, he swept around once more, knocking men from their feet to crash down to the ground once more. He rolled backwards to avoid another man rushing at him with a knife as he regained his feet, a fighting grin firmly on his face. A dozen men were down and groaning and he leapt forward, driving his fist hard into the knife wielders ribs, hearing the sound of breaking bone as he blasted him back to smash against the wall and drop unmoving.
Without even breathing hard he grinned at the men.
"So! Wanna tell me now or do I continue to beat you within an inch of your miserable lives?" he asked pleasantly.
"So! I hear you fine examples of humanity might be in the possession of some information I'm after. Who killed Adam Kurgan?"" he announced to the room at large. His pulse quickened as he saw scowls and mocking laughter echoed throughout the room.
"What? That dead freak what was killed awhile back? Who cares?" one laughed disparagingly.
"Yeah, who cares what happened to some dead terrorist bastard? Good riddance I say!" another called out to general agreeance from the room at large.
"Now piss off, before we make you." another rumble of agreement met this declaration and a full blown grin stretched across his face.
"You know, it's best not to make judgements on people you don't know, right? Your moms should've taught you better!" he declared,a single stride bringing him in close to his leading opponent. The music swelled as he drove his fist into his opponents gut, lifting him several inches into the air and driving the breath out of him explosively to drop writhing on the ground. There was a stunned moment of silence before the bar erupted into chaos. He grinned and dropped back, letting them come to him as he swept aside their clumsy attacks with ease, reaching a hand up to unbuckle the baldric that held his sword on his back, letting it drop to the ground with an ominous rumble.
Without warning, the music cycled over to a new song that brought out a bark of laughter from him. Going with the sudden change in music he started bobbing in place as his opponents came at him, picking up the pace and swaying with the beat, unable to contain the grin on his face. As one thrust at him with a knife his torso swayed to the side as he went to one foot, hopping sideways, fist pumping in the air to crack across the jaw of one man, dropping him like a stone. As another thrust to where he was now he immediately swayed back the other way, hopping on the one foot back the direction he came, fist cracking another man and dropping him. Going with it, he flipped sideways, boots finishing the job as the man caught one after the other under the jaw, dropping him back and out of the fight. He planted his hands on the ground and spun deftly, boots lashing out to connect in the stomachs of the men around him and clearing the space around him. With a heave of his arms he entered another flip, bringing his heel down on another mans head and slamming him to the ground and now with his feet below him, he swept around once more, knocking men from their feet to crash down to the ground once more. He rolled backwards to avoid another man rushing at him with a knife as he regained his feet, a fighting grin firmly on his face. A dozen men were down and groaning and he leapt forward, driving his fist hard into the knife wielders ribs, hearing the sound of breaking bone as he blasted him back to smash against the wall and drop unmoving.
Without even breathing hard he grinned at the men.
"So! Wanna tell me now or do I continue to beat you within an inch of your miserable lives?" he asked pleasantly.