Snippet #2680568

Dustin kind of just watched as the wanderer Xaverius took out two of the Wetlanders for good single handed and sat down like the wound on his leg was next to nothing. He was beginning to be thankful he had accepted the hug rather than start something.

A small groan broke the silence of the short scuffle followed by scraping and movement as the one soldier covered in ale began to go for his weapon on the floor. vel Iz'Raphel quickly strode over to the man and kicked the gun away and out of his hands. A gloved hand grabbed the Wetlander by his black collar and yanked him up to his feet. The man was about average height, meaning both Dustin and Soren easily had several inches on the guy.

"You come into our lands and simply demand whatever you please at gunpoint? I don't think so," he sneered.

With a few quick movements the Kassellander slammed the man's face down onto the bar, delivered a few punches to the jaw, and lashed out a swift kick to the chest to cement the KO. "The Atzerii send their regards." He spat on the body and looked to the company he had found in the bar. "We should probably leave and find the one they're looking for. It seems that I'm going to have to eat my words."