Gunto's world swirled around him, and he wasn't sure if it was the gods forsaken city or the mostly empty jug in his hand that was the source. Likely a mixture of both, but no matter. He had himself a woman in one arm and a jug of... something in the other. It seemed that no matter where Gunto went, he drank alone. No one wants to get rowdy with the Myrian with bones in his face it seemed, and so more often than not he drank far too much. This wench had approached him though, and though he thought she might only have one eye it was still far better than he fared most places.
"Lonnie, we're lost..." she drawled, wrapping her arms around his neck and brushing her fingers along the bone piercings under his lips.
"You stupid bitch... I'm not Lonnie. You gotta... (hic)... be one stupid drunk bitch to mistake me for everyone... anyone... I love you."Gunto pressed her up against the wall hard, his jug of god-knows-what forgotten as it skittered on the ground in the alleyway. His hair was hanging loosely over his face and his armor and clothes stank horribly, but she didn't seem to mind.
"Lonnie...!""Stupid bitch... not Lonnie!" He tried to kiss her, but his world twisted and he succeeded in planting a kiss with his forehead on the alley wall. He was still stumbling and cursing in his native tongue when another voice sliced through the darkness
"Too many black hands poking their heads heads where they don't belong. Hope you and your whore had a good time, savage. It was your last."Gunto turned and spat, his drunken eyes focusing as best they could on a massive figure walking towards him. He or she or it or whatever was huge, towering over him by half a foot and carrying a menacing looking club braced with metal.
"Stupid deyhan, it's Shadow Hand. Now petch off, I have... guh..."The man was on him, a giant fist cracking him across the jaw and sending him staggering against the wall. It was all he could do not to collapse into a heap; the fist had been mailed.
"I think you just chipped a tooth deyhan." Gunto growled, his right hand fumbling to his shoulder where one of his kukri was sheathed on his leather pauldron. The motion was interrupted by Lonnie's girl who was suddenly clinging to him. She was sobbing for him to do something, but Gunto pressed a rough shadowy hand to her chest and shoved her across the alley.
"Run away you stupid bitch. I'm not Lonnie."She ran. Gunto thought he should probably have run too, but drunk or not a fight was a fight. He managed to free his shoulder mounted kukri and another hanging from a scabbard on his belt. The blades were thick and menacing, though their wobbling wielder was less so. Despite, he beat a fist to his chest and let out a series of insults in Myrian, proclaiming his attacker to be a Jamouran's bastard and that he would cut off his penis and use it to catch a fish. He was halfway through describing what he thought of the man's mother when a a fat, meaty leg impacted his stomach and sent him sprawling.
Gunto lay on his back, both knives lost and disoriented. The giant loomed over him, and seemed to be taking his time lining up the swing that would smash his skull.