by Mugenajin on April 20th, 2010, 8:49 pm
As Mugen continued to peer over his shoulder and saw that the three men weren't backing down he slowly stood up. One of the men was looking like he was ready to pounce on Mugen from across the room.
" Now chaps, if you want to do this...then we'll do this. But no weapons, this is merely a barfight, you wouldn't want anyone to die over a silly arguement now would you ? If you feel the need to fight with a weapon at least use a blunt weapon, like a chair or a barstool or whatever. I just don't want to see any dead bodies lying on the floor. "
With that said Mugen walked sideways to the bar, grabbed one of the stools and smashed it to bits, picked up two of the three legs and was seemingly planning on using them as two improvised bludgeons.
" Whoever of you three is still doubthing, I suggest you take a hike while ya legs can still carry ya. For this, will be a proper fight. " He grinned.
" Filthy serpent, we'll teach you a lesson that you won't soon forget! "
Mugen's eyes narrowed, did he just call him a filthy serpent? Him, a purebred Dhani warrior ? No it couldn't be, he must have been mistaken. He was going to go over to the man and ask him politely what he had just said. Mugen stepped towards the man, at a breathstalling slow pace, like he was coiling around the floor, waiting to strike at the opportune moment.
" Mate, did I hear you correct when you called me a ... filthy serpent ? "
" Yea... " That was as far as the man got before getting slammed across the chin with Mugen's righthand bludgeon, the man twisted his head so far to the left that it seemed like Mugen had broken it. The other two men didn't hesitate long, one of them picked up a stool and the other one took out his own personal truncheon from behind a table, with a big grin on his face like he had already won the fight.
They both launched themselves at Mugen, the one handling the barstool was shaking it around, trying to threaten Mugen and force him into a corner Mugen guessed, while the other one with the truncheon held it with two hands and swung it around horizontally and vertically. But Mugen was way too fast on his light feet, he was already much faster than any average human thanks to his genes, but he was also a trained fighter. His footwork was light and swift, he stepped in, smacked the man with the truncheon on the ribs twice and once on the left thigh, and stepped right back out.
Still swaying and weaving Mugen joked around " Come on lads, use those feet adn grow some minerals will ya ? For crying out loud... But don't worry my lovelies, I'll knock some skill into y'all. "
The people herded together at a safe distance and started to laugh at the three men who accepted the challenge, one knocked out and the other two seemed very incapable of harming the Dhani, the people forgot all about the racial prejudice and started cheering Mugen on. Mugen had to bite on his lip and make sure he held back, his inner self was screaming for blood and murder but he knew that he couldn't let it go that far if he was to stay longer in this city. He had to end it quick before he couldn't hold himself back any longer.
The man with the truncheon had recovered himself partially althought he still limped a bit with his left leg, whilst the man with the barstool went into a frenzy and started to swing the stool around in all directions like a madman.
Mugen ducked under a horizontal swing and while the man was caught in his momentum Mugen slammed his fist, which was holding the left bludgeon, straight into the man's crotch with full force, the man let out a highpitched noise, stood frozen stiff for a second and toppled sideways over, spasming out on the floor.
The man with the truncheon was clearly at a heavy disadvantage but didn't forfeit, foolishly enough. Mugen used his light footwork again and slammed th man all over his body with " soft " swings of Mugen's bludgeons, to wear the man down a bit. Mugen was getting agitated with the man and his pathetic performance, he snapped for a split second but it was all it took for the Dhani to shift to the side of the man who was in the middle of a swing and slam his weapon on the man's temple, clearly an attempt at murder but luckily the man, who collapsed on the floor still breathed. Faintly, but he breathed.
Mugen threw down his selfmade bludgeons and hissed at the men on the floor, then he walked back to his seat at Weyliss's table and shook his glass in the air as a sign of needing a refill, before sitting down.