Thread: Kings of the City (Alvis Alendran & In-Doubt)

Mokk had been right, he really didn't like the look of this, and frankl,y the bouncers seemed like they were occupied keeping a pair of or orcs from starting a fight on hte other side of the room. He made a note about this. Something to keep in mind. He heard the laughter, saw the look on the woman's face, and leaned against he pillar nearest to the brewing issue, his posture easy and slumped. He still was a few good inches over the heads of the offending drunks. Gentlemen, gentlemen, I believe the lady has asked you to move along, let's not make this awkward. He said as soothingly as possible. They all turned at the voice, and looked at him. Buddy, this aint your business, fuck right off. One of them half slurred. Mokk sighed, and pushed off the pillar, ending his slouch to tower over the men. Now boys, you're looking lie you're going to let that booze in you make a very bad call here. This is the last time I'm going to ask you nicely, Step back, I'll buy you all a round. Sound good? Mokk asked with a smile. The drunks all seemed to hesitate a moment before something seemed to ignite in their eyes, a faint flickering of emotion before hte leader of them swung his fist at Mokk. The much bigger man sighed, adn turned, taking hte hit on his shoulder, a brief flrae of pain before swinging his own fist out, connecting with the side of his assailant's face. The head snapped tot he side, adn the man went slack, boneless it seemed, adn collasped ontot he floor three feet away from where he'd stood. There was a long, pregnant silence as everyone in the bar stopped to look at the scene. Then that silence shattered. With a shout of anger, the other two drunks came at Mokk, one grabbing a barstool to swing as he did. This was odd to Mokk, most of the time seeing one of yur friends get dropped like a pole axed ox was a good reason to walk away, not get thrown into the fray. But here they were. He wondered if it was some stupid pride thing from having the woman right htere. He wouldn't be surprised, he'd seen some classically stupid things done because of pride, had done a few of htem himself even. He was going to have to focus here he realized as he ducked aside from a punch, and then stepping back to avoid the stool. He let the furniture go past him, and then lunged in. His forehead connected with the nose of the armed attacker. The nose nearly exploded in a welter of blood, sending hte man howling to the floor, and Mokk stepped up to grab his friend by the arm. With a cold smile, he swung the man off his feet, slamming his back into the stone pillar. The man fell, and curled up into a groaning mess. The bouncer was approaching tentatively. Sir? I'm...going to have to ask you to go? he asked hesitantly, aware that the man he spoke to was a half foot taller than him and had had laid out three men in no time. I'll pass. I'm Grunlock's partner in this bar, helped it get built. So I'll stick around i think. Right Grunlock? He called. The dwarf made an affirmative grunt, and didn't look up from what he wasdoing. The bouncer nodded, and started to drag the offending drunks tot he door to be tossed. Mokk shook his shoulders to keep them loose, and then ooked back at the woman. He approached her calmly. Hey, you all right there? he asked her.