<font color="red">Flying through the air he smashes into the bar and breaks straight through it crashing into a giant shelf of ails and beers. "You'll pay for that!" shouted the bartender. After half'a'minute Lance stood up, wiped some blood off his chin and picked up the bartender.

He then threw the Bartender at the Giant, and though all he did was bounce off him. The Gigantic man turned and shouted, "You want s'more aye?" They both approached eachother and locked in arms, their strengths were matched, as they raged on in their hand-lock...</font>

<font color="lightblue">Watching the brutal show, Larry decided that maybe he did not want to get involved in this melee. After all, the rules specifically said "By appointment"...and, well, he was not appointed to this skirmish. He would definately be next in line for either whoever won this battle or whatever newcomer strolled in as stupidly as he had...</font>

While he was wrestling the man with the potion imbued strength he was already looking around for the next target. The mage would have been a fne challenge, normally, but the owner specifically disallowed the use of magic. Food always tasted better when it had tried to fight back.
Having nothing better to do, he spit in the little man's face. His axes were tugged into his belt, but he didn't want to end the fun just yet.

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Having the innate ability to discern the thoughts of all those around him as though reading it from a page...Larry decided that his "Mage appearance" had to go. Deciding on a particular form, Larry's robes suddenly changed into black Studded Leather armor and instead of a staff, he held two Katanas. They were named the Brightblade and the Nightblade, respectively. He had used the both of them in other battles across the Ironworks realm and he intended to put them to use here. All magic that the swords wielded in another part of the Internet world were disabled here, in this arena. Larry smirked and looked around, waiting for a challenger. </font>

<font color="red">Lance Dragonhart

Noticing that the giant was paying as much attention to the fight he went to aim a kick at the mans knee. It hit and he watched as the giants knees buckled and he lost his balance. Now dropping back and aiming a punch for his face he let it sail...</font>

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A long-haired black-clad Half-Orc entered the tavern, heavy iron-plated boots thudding on the floorboards, drawn in by the noises of the continued fighting inside. He tossed his lute into a corner and unhooked his nasty-looking morningstar, called Mayhem, from his belt. Gripping it menacingly, he adressed the man dual-wielding the katanae, who seemed to be standing about aimlessly, a bit bored. Speaking in a low, throaty whisper, he said,

"Is this a private brawl, or can anyone join in?"

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the deranged one himself approached the halforc acknowledging teir similar blood-lines he spoke surprisingly softly this is my freind a free-for-all weilding a seemingly unbreakable steel chair he invited the newcomer to join i a he waded bck into the fray swinging his mighty chair wildly

He took the blow straight in his face, not even trying to get out of the way. It was a shame the man did not carry a knife, for that would have left a lovely scar. As it was, though, the blow dazed him for a second or two.
When his vision cleared, he saw the head of his brawl pal hanging low over his. Tizk, tizk. He headbutted him, then rolled over and pushed himself up. A shame his axes were on the ground again.

A shame his brother was eating all the brains.
A shame his brother wasn't enjoying the fighting first hand.

As soon as he was up, he charged into the rising figure of his 'friend' and drove him into a table. As he backed off, he grabbed one of the dwarfs sitting by it by the neck and tossed him to the other side of the room. This was not single combat, this was brawl. This was fun.

A goblin quietly slips into the room through a broken window and looks around in surprise as a dwarf goes flying past his head.

he quickly dived under a table.