Chapter 95 - Barfight (1/2)

5 soldiers were surrounding him with others looking on wondering what they should do. They weren't all from the same squad, but being under the same banner, they would likely step in to help if things came down to it.

One of the drunker ones went to place his hand on Theoric- ”Come wit us itly... AHHH!” he screamed in pain when Theoric grabbed his hand while turning around and standing up, practically twisting his hand off as it deformed into an unrecognizable mess before releasing him and letting him slink back behind his fellow brothers.

Standing before them at his full height, Theoric made it seem like he was going to give them a chance- ”Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked using his imposing build to make them think twice, though he was planning on ending them later even if they backed off after saying such things about his wife.

He could hear one of the men visibly gulp before the leader of the group snarled out- ”You think we'll back down after you assaulted one of us, that's a crime and we'll see you hang for it!”

Theoric shook his head when he saw them drawing weapons before he backhanded the closest one so hard his head did a 180 killing him instantly.

A couple of soldiers who decided to get up and come help their fellow brethren after seeing how big the guy was, received the fright of their lives as they came up from behind the man only for his head to twist around still sporting the same dumb look he had earlier, blissfully unaware of how he died, making them instantly turn around and flee in fright after witnessing such a horrific sight.

These weren't hardened veterans, they were the lowest of the low, sent off to corral the public, and keep order in cities while the real soldiers took to the front lines.

The others not noticing exactly what happened looked on in scorn at the two cowards fled. All they saw was a man get suckered punched and knocked out.

The leader ordered- ”Get Him!”

The barkeep signaled for his bodyguard during the commotion to come over, whispering- ”Don't worry about anyone other than me, don't get involved, just keep me safe.” as he ducked behind the counter.

The soldiers soon found that they didn't only have to deal with the big man, as the drunk fisherman jumped in on it. Starting a massive brawl as they smashed bottles and threw punches of there own without a care in the world, not at all concerned that the soldiers were still geared and they only had the clothes on their back.

The leader cursed as he and his now 3 men took on Theoirc alone with the other soldiers occupied.

The one with the twisted mess of a hand wildly swung his sword, seeking revenge, but not only was he still very drunk, but he was also forced to use his non dominate hand.

Theoric easily dodged by moving his body only slightly as he pushed the drunk man into the others who had to block his swing, cursing him to watch what he's doing.

The leader growing frustrated kicked the fool back- ”Attack! Kill Him!”

Theoric caught the fool and used him as a shield, finding it mildly amusing as he screamed for his old comrades to stop.

”AHHH, hey, hey what are you doing, don't attack me, stop, stop, AHHH.”

The other two did finally stop, but the leader wasn't having any of it as he grew more crazed by the minute. He was starting to feel like everything was falling apart and that the only way to fix it was to kill this man.

The leader yelled while trying to hack through his man to get at Theoric- ”Don't stop, we can't let this end here, we have to kill him, Die! Die! Die! Die!” he growled as he crazily slashed over and over again.