for Imperial Saga

[areswrath]

 <1>

[Desil usually came to the pub out of habit and sometimes just to unwind.  He really needs it now by the looks of it.  Something didn't go his way and now he's in a bad mood.  He stalks up to the bar and sits down, turning his head to the side to glare at anyone who looks his way.  Barking his order at the bartender, he drums his fingers anxiously against the edge of the bar while he waits.  He downs his drink quickly and shoves the empty glass back for another round.  Halfway through that one, someone catches his attention and he sets his glass back down.]

You look familiar.  Didn't I tell you to never let me see you again?

<2>

[It's turning out to be a rather boring evening.  He's only content to just sit back and mind his own business for so long.  That thing of yours?  Desil just took it and now he's turning it over to look at it from different angles.  Whatever it is, he's more interested in it than anything else.  Better hope it's not breakable.  He doesn't seem to be handling it with much care.]

<3>

[Out in the courtyard of the estate, Desil finds a bench to sit down.  The duel is over and it was a close match.  Win or lose, he's been injured and scowls down at the blood on his hand and arm where he was cut.  It stings, but his pride hurts more.  If only he hadn't made that one misstep.  Fingering the rip in his sleeve, he frowns.]

Dammit.  Look what you've done.

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[areswrath]

[Now he's gone and made him mad. He stands up and grabs Lyle by the collar.]

Are you trying to start something? Get out.

[holds_up_walls]

[Lyle pretty much has no choice but to stand up]

Not trying to start something. You're the one with the issue with me.

[areswrath]

The issue is your inability to listen. Perhaps I need to make an example of you.

[He stares him down, his grip tightening on his shirt.]

[holds_up_walls]

Last I saw you didn't own this pub so there's no reason I should. [He's still smirking, waiting for him to strike out]

[areswrath]

[He warned him and he's not someone who doesn't follow through on his threats. Pulling him by the shirt, he aims to slam him down on the bar.]

[holds_up_walls]

[Lyle twists around to keep from getting slammed full force into the bar. At the same time, he also swings his leg out with the aim to knock him down]

[areswrath]

[He sees it coming and is able to step aside to avoid him and counters with a knee to the ribs. He laughs, taunting him.]

[holds_up_walls]

[...Ow. That definitely smarts. He coughs winded for just a moment. Then he attempts to retaliate with a sucker punch to the jaw]

[areswrath]

[Unable to dodge that one, he catches the punch instead. He doesn't let go of his fist and twists his arm. He's really getting cocky now.]

You might as well give up.

[holds_up_walls]

[Oh shit. As Desil twist his arm, he has to move with it or get his arm broken]

Fine, I give.

[areswrath]

[He lets him go and shoves him away.]

Better go while you have the chance.

[holds_up_walls]

[Lyle nods, then picks up his drink and throws it at Desil before he turns and bolts out of the pub]