Summer 12, 511 AV Alex looked around at the familiar setting of Pig's Foot Tavern. For Alex, it was a place of memories. The first time he had a beer, the first time he got in a fight and lost, 12, the time when he met his master. Alex shook his head, disgusted that he had caught himself reminiscing about the good old days. He sat down, and was about to get some cheap ale when he heard a raucous yell followed by a rather high pitched squeak. A large man, probably one used to heavy labor judging my his size, was beating the living daylights out of a smaller man who was barely able to fight back. Alex smiled. This was really how the Pig's Foot was meant to be. He tapped the shoulders of one of the onlookers and whispered, "Hey, what's up with that guy?" The man snickered and said, " The little guy thought that he would cut old Marweather's purse. Oh, and it looks like old Marweather is gonna cut the little guy right back." Alex frowned and turned around to see that the Marweather had drawn a dagger and was closing in on the poor wounded thief. "Damn it" cursed Alex as he pushed through the crowds. No matter how violent the tavern got, it usually didn't end in a stabbing. Having been a regular customer for the last 17 of his 22 years, Alex almost felt that it was his duty to make sure that everyone was able to either walk,crawl, or be carried away from the place in one piece. Alex sighed. Even he found it annoying that, unlike the rest of Sunberth's population, he couldn't just sit there and watch someone die. By the time Alex reached the end of the crowd, Marweather had raised the dagger and it was about the enter a downward spiral that would end in flesh. Alex jumped in between the blow, simultaneously parrying the dagger with his right arm and sending a curving knee to the liver. The man doubled over and dropped his weapon, gasping for breath. Not letting up, Alex sent an elbow to the back of his neck, picked up the dagger that had been discarded on the floor, and then jumped back, waiting to see if old Marweather was done. He wasn't. Marweather clambered back up, and charged Alex. Alex quickly pocketed the knife, and got into a fighting position. He lightly sidestepped Marwheather's first huge swinging blow, and swayed his head back to avoid the next one. What an amazing lack of skill, thought Alex, trying to keep positive. He knew that what this man lacked in skill and finesse, he made up for with raw destructive power. If any of these huge overhand rights hit him, he would be out cold and probably dead.There was only one easy way to deal with people like this. Alex ducked under the next right and, with all his strength, shot his knee up and into the big man's groin. |