Reved up, with no place to go
Apr 8, 2009 16:39:00 GMT -5
Post by Featherwick on Apr 8, 2009 16:39:00 GMT -5
Nalo leaned back on the poor wooden chair. The thing was brittle, and as he shifted his weight to the back legs, the chair groaned in pain. With Nalo's short dwarved body he could almost see the top of the bar stand, where he randomly grabbed someone's ale while they where looking away. The dwarf roared with laughter as the man next to him looked around frantically for his drink, "You better shape up! You'd be dead in a matter of seconds with those reflexes if you ever fought.
The man who Nalo had stolen from was with large shoulders, but he was fat, and his beer belly stuck out from his stained brown shirt. He was a brute, with about as much brains as the flies that were buzzing around his head. He stood up, and growled at Nalo, "What did you say to me?" Nalo chuckled to himself, stood up, and pushed at the oaf's body with one finger, "I said, you're a stupid buffoon who thinks he could even compare to the might of the dwarves!"
The man roared in anger, "I'LL SMASH YOU!" The man threw his fists down upon the table in a fit of rage. Nalo clenched his chest, as he almost fell over with laughter, "You? Take on me? Well it doesn't seem like much of a fair fight now does it? One stupid fat man, against a dwarf? I'd beat you without even breaking a sweat."
The man slowly pulled a large cutting knife from his back pocket, the bent blade scratched the sides of the metal hilt, causing loud screeching sounds to penetrate the room, "Now try to beat me!" The man started to slowly move forward, the knife slowly waving back an forth. Nalo let out a small chuckle at his opponents futile attempts to seem any more dangerous. Nalo turned to the rest of the bars patrons, and yelled, "Do any of you wish to stop this man before I smash him?"
The man who Nalo had stolen from was with large shoulders, but he was fat, and his beer belly stuck out from his stained brown shirt. He was a brute, with about as much brains as the flies that were buzzing around his head. He stood up, and growled at Nalo, "What did you say to me?" Nalo chuckled to himself, stood up, and pushed at the oaf's body with one finger, "I said, you're a stupid buffoon who thinks he could even compare to the might of the dwarves!"
The man roared in anger, "I'LL SMASH YOU!" The man threw his fists down upon the table in a fit of rage. Nalo clenched his chest, as he almost fell over with laughter, "You? Take on me? Well it doesn't seem like much of a fair fight now does it? One stupid fat man, against a dwarf? I'd beat you without even breaking a sweat."
The man slowly pulled a large cutting knife from his back pocket, the bent blade scratched the sides of the metal hilt, causing loud screeching sounds to penetrate the room, "Now try to beat me!" The man started to slowly move forward, the knife slowly waving back an forth. Nalo let out a small chuckle at his opponents futile attempts to seem any more dangerous. Nalo turned to the rest of the bars patrons, and yelled, "Do any of you wish to stop this man before I smash him?"
