"Yeah.. walk away, disgusting snake" Arros said in a firm but medium levelled tone, his enemy wished to run.. so be it, Arros had other more important matters to deal with, like getting out of Alvadas undetected from the large mobs that would surely be looking for him. Arros had two opinions stay, fight and most likely die, or run, hide and keep a low profile.. at least till he was out the city, Arros started to think with his head instead of his muscle, the destruction he caused would have surely disturbed a very large hornets nest and they're would be several gangs, roaming the streets to bring him to justice or possibly bounties looking for his head, either way he had to get out, and quickly.
Arros began to quickly make his way towards the exit of the Bizarre, by this time it was evening, he could see the tint of red that was being shone across the whole city by the sun as it set. He could her the people that had filled the city now disappearing to what ever place they had arising from, house, inn, street corner were all bursting at the seems as people made they're way back to they're resting places, all that remained were the bandits and thugs that prowled the streets in search of prey and the poor peasants that had the misfortune of not being able to afford proper lodgings. It would not be before long that Arros was spotted and tried to be arrested.
Running back to the little forge, were he had started this anger filled day, he quickly grabbed his belongings only before he heard the brazen voices of those trying to find him. Amongst the voices, Arros recognized the fat, useless owner of the shop that was hoarse with self-indulgence, obviously greedy with the thought of the reward of which he could obtain if Arros was captured.
Wrapping an old ragged cloak around his body and head so he was not so easily recognized, Arros made his way toward the entrance of the forge, he was ready for the combat that was only a few seconds away. Upon reaching the entrance he was confronted by his former employer and two of the refuse that littered the city by night.
Arros rushed forward, skipping the dialogue that would come out of the fat mans mouth, Arros roared as he jumped and brought his hammer down on top of one of the thugs head, a sickening crack resounded through out the now deserted market place, this blow made the bandit fall to the floor, blood seeped onto the ground as he bled to death.
The other thug ran forward with his blade raised trying to catch Arros off guard, the thug threw a vertical chop that was easily evaded, all it cut was the empty air that filled Arros's place, Arros now to the side of the thug, retaliated with a full forced punch that landed directly on the attackers cheek. The unfortunate man dislodged threw the air, only to land on his face, a loud crunch was heard, followed by the bubbling of blood that spilled the mans mouth and nose.
Arros was surprisingly calm as he disposed of the two thugs, all the remained in the way of his presumed freedom was the fat, ugly owner that began to quiver with fear. Without a word and with an expressionless face, Arros pushed the owner to the ground, his sweat stained the ground, as he tried to get himself back onto his feet.
Without remorse Arros smashed his hammer into the owners feet, a loud squeal cried out aloud, signalling his pig like attributes and his gluttony. Arros felt no sympathy as the owner layed there, crying and grovelling for his life.
His eyes were cold as he looked at the shameful sight of the crying pig.
Arros turned and began to run out the Bizarre, each step gave off a little thump as his heavy weight put pressure on his feet.
Running down an alley just outside the Bizarre, it was time to escape.
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by Fallacy on August 29th, 2011, 9:42 pm 
If you want I could come up with a thread for you 
That could be fun…
