Snippet #1204485

Jack Highwind shook his head, and sighed at the patrons of the tavern.
"And these cowards thought they could claim the bounty on my head. How disappointing... Courage seem to be a commodity among the men of Northwall. I guess it's up to us then, my giant friend." He looked up at Vinsces with a tired smile. The giant replied by giving him a thumb up and a broad grin.

"Let's get at it then, little brother! Bwahahaha!" The giant exclaimed eagerly.

"By all means, let's." Jack smiled. He turned his eyes at the Borgia, the eyes returning to their steel-like shine: "As for you, insect... I warned you. I shall take pleasure in cutting your rude tongue from your mouth when you lie dying on the point of my blade."

He joined the Borgia in the circle walking, watching his opponent's every move calmly, every muscle in his body ready to react at a moment's notice. The appearance of the stiletto didn't bother him. On the contrary, he gave a cold smile, and returned the favor by reaching inside his coat. He brought out a small vial, which he tossed on the ground in front of the Borgia, where it smashed instantly, spreading a foul odour that came in company with thick, grey smoke. Jack Highwind waited only for a second, long enough for the smoke to obstruct the view between the two.

Then, he slapped away the rapier, and launched a sudden, straight kick with the entire sole of his foot, towards the solar plexus of his opponent, ready to follow it up with a sideway slash at his opponent's hopefully exposed throat - a quick end to the fight, if it hit, it would result in two cut arteries, and the bleeding to death of the scarlet-clad thug.


Vinsces looked down at the men approaching him. Odds were never something that bothered the less than sharp-minded giant. But only a fool would face his opponents unarmed when they were carrying swords. His spear too clumsy for a bar fight, the half-drunk giant looked around for a moment for a better weapon. Then, he suddenly kicked over a table, and readily, as if snapping twigs, pulled off two of the table's legs, one for each hand. As he did, he turned to face the men, and with a sudden kick, launched a chair flying straight towards the face of one of them, before following it up with a downward strike towards his head with both table legs, the nails stuck in the wood turned downwards.