Legolas stood waving his axes

"Yer on illegul stuff ye are! Wot's that? Yer such a coward ya can't even keep yer bladder in check wivout dem drinkz! Real men fight wiv 'ands 'n twin axez 'n heavy hammers, an' on empty stomachs! 'fter we beats ya we coulds get poisoned from eating ya, yer chick'n!"

<font color="red">"Aye? a proper fighter should fight on an empty stomach, you say, though your threatening to eat my flesh? HaHaHa! Your a walking contradiction!" He laughs as he loosed an extremely large brick and hurled it at the man holding the twin axes...</font>

He stands still as the brick flies past his face and crashes through a window. Only a man flying through would have made a better start of the fight...

"Agh! I eatz you after der fightz not befoor! 'N ya can't ev'n throw der brikz right!"

Legolas strides over to the nearest table and picks up a man, only to send him flying through the air and crashing down on the table of two mean looking dwarfs. He picks up the other drinker and throws him out the window, after the brick.

"'F it'z fight ya wantz, it's a kickin' ya getz!"

Mowing about with his axes, he charges forward...

this be a no magic zone so hands only lads.....

picks up stool and seeing the aggression in the others beginning to dwindle smashes the bar stool over barb's face 'WHO DAReD YE CALL A SISSEY??' and awaited reply

<font color="lightblue">Larry walks up to the check in counter, and speaks to the office clerk.

"Is there anyone in this place to give me a challenge? It would certainly be cool if another moderator were here to fight with, but if not...I guess I will have to deal with whatever peon you can scrounge up..."

The office clerk looks at the modding mage with eyes of unconcerned boredom. </font> <font color="silver">"Take a number, sit your ass down and wait your turn...punk boy."</font>

OOC: There's nothing magical about an axe... ;)
And every bar room brawl involves crude weapons, swearing, cursing and tearing the bar apart [img]smile.gif[/img]
What better way to do so than with a fireball? [img]tongue.gif[/img]

IC: He'd have liked it his my brother got up and started swinging his hammer, or maybe if the sissy came to and actually started fighting back. The muscular madman with his axes must have looked rather foolish standing there all by himself with his axes raised. People were already recovering from the initial shock, it seemed.

Having nothing better to do, he pulled a knife free from an upturned table and leered at the crowd. Deciding he had a deathwish, he quickly turned 180 degrees and threw the knife.

The blade sailed through the air and came to a rest less than a hair above the moderator's head.

"Darn! 'E'z sittin' now!"

Seeing chaos brimming in his bar . he let out a blood curdling scream LETS RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE seeing barb reeling he turned his attentions to the others as he waded into the fray

<font color="red">Running towards the man with the twin axes who was nearly twice as tall as him(and no im not a dwarf,gnome, hobbit,etc.) and delivered a blow of 25 strength the the ogreis mans gut. and watched him sailing of into the distance, on a collision course with larry the moderator. ~Oh Jeez... Please don't hit Larry... IM TO YOUNG TO DIE!~ He thought looking on with intense worry about the moderaters power.</font>

<font color="lightblue">
While reading the bar rules given him on a flyer by the desk clerk, Larry barely notices a knife a few inches above his head that was not there a minute ago.

"Oh... no magic it says here...well, I guess I will have to adapt if I wanna join in the fun. Well, let's see...what could I be?..."

Larry began to ponder on what he could do to enter the fray. He was thus in thought when he looked up to see a bundle of flesh come sailing towards him. Spotting a bench on the other side of the arena, Larry was instantly there, looking in the distance at a large giant-kin slamming into the wall...and crashing into the floor where he had just been sitting. He looks around to see who had hurled this beast at him, contemptuously.</font>

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The wall smacked the air out of his lungs as he crashed into it. Splinters thrust themselves into his thick skin, but he did not feel them. The knifehandle, however, was uncomfortable. Too bad he had not gotten any scars yet. But the night was still long.

A bit shaky, he rose to his feet. No need to pick up his axes, this man he could take with his bare hands. And without cheesy potions of Titan Strength.

Rolling his muscles once, showing off to noone in particular, he locked eyes with the pipsqueek. His feet were moving, and the distance closed fast. He returned the pleasure with a blow to the chin, crashing into a chair because he could not halt soon enough after striking the blow.

"Dere ya wuss! Thinks yer can jus' t'row me 'round like a dwarf? Eat bar!"

And the poor man was, indeed, flying straight toward the bar. It's nasty edge would certainly provide some friendly bruises.

Turning his back on him, he walked back to his brother.

"Now don't go eatin' all da breenz! I likes them too. Tell yer what, yer goin' ta kick someone an' this time I'z lookin'. Right after I getz me axez."