challenged him came charging in like bulls, and others failed to notice that Bazur always took the same seat at the bar. The seat with a creaky board under it. You couldn’t get closer than three steps without the board making noise.
This time the two warriors were in no hurry. They were confident, boasting to all around that they were going to collect the bounty and take Kyra’s money. Bazur shook his head. They never learned.
“Are you ready?” asked Kyra as she took the stool next to Bazur.
Bazur glanced over at her. She had a sparkle in her eye. She was excited. Bazur wasn’t sure if her excitement came from the anticipation of violence or her significant wager. Knowing Kyra, he suspected the latter, but he wouldn’t put it past her to like a good fight. Or more likely to get him in one as she shouted out encouragement. Yes, the latter was more likely. Damn woman. “Not until I finish my mead.”
Bazur turned on his stool and took a look at his two opponents. At first glance, they looked like fighters. At second glance, they really looked like fighters. These two men were tough. From their nearly identical faces, Bazur could tell the two were brothers, possibly twins. Both men were big, nearly as big as Bazur himself. The one on the left was slightly taller and the other brother looked like he was carrying around another ten pounds, mostly muscle, on his shoulders and arms. Bazur noted the big strong looking hands with multiple calluses and scars on their knuckles. Both men used their fists, often.
As Bazur studied the men, he noted that they were no longer boasting and working the crowd. They were silently returning his stares. Bazur gave them a small grin. These were not the normal braggarts, men with loud barks and little bites, who liked to talk. These men did it for show, to work the crowd. Now that the fight was near they were all business. If he was going to make sure Kyra won her money, he was going to earn it. These two would be no pushovers. Finishing his mead with a large swig, Bazur stood.
Short twin and tall twin, as Bazur had started to think of them, started to circle towards him. Short twin came straight towards him, while tall twin circled to Bazur’s left.
Bazur walked forward. He could hear the bar patrons scrambling to get out of the way, but he paid them no attention. His focus was squarely on the two twins. Often in these sort of fights, where one man faced multiple opponents, the normal thing to do was stay on your feet. Try to keep your distance and land strikes, hoping to knock one out while keeping the other at bay. Bazur was not a normal fighter. As short twin came within striking range, Bazur feigned a high kick. When short twin stepped back to avoid the possible kick, Bazur spun and lunged at tall twin, spearing him in the midsection with a shoulder. Bazur drove the tall twin back into the bar. From experience, Bazur knew the thick oak bar was heavy spiked into the floor and almost impossible to budge. Tall twin gasped as the air was forcefully expelled from his lunges. Bazur then landed two quick and hard jabs to the tall twin’s chin.
Bazur glanced back in time to see that short twin was about to jump on his back. Bazur grabbed tall twin and spun him around so that the two twins collided, with Bazur now pushed back into the bar. As short twin stepped around his dazed brother, Bazur pushed tall twin in the back, sending him sprawling into a nearby table. Bazur then ducked his head to the right to avoid the hammer like fist of short twin. When the fist sailed past his ear, Bazur bent forward and bent his knees, getting good and low. He then used his back foot to push off the bar and spring himself out and up towards short twin. As he launched his body at his opponent, Bazur used his momentum to throw a heavy uppercut. The blow struck short twin on the chin with a heavy thump. Short twin’s head snapped back.
Bazur cocked his right arm again, hoping a high hard right would
This time the two warriors were in no hurry. They were confident, boasting to all around that they were going to collect the bounty and take Kyra’s money. Bazur shook his head. They never learned.
“Are you ready?” asked Kyra as she took the stool next to Bazur.
Bazur glanced over at her. She had a sparkle in her eye. She was excited. Bazur wasn’t sure if her excitement came from the anticipation of violence or her significant wager. Knowing Kyra, he suspected the latter, but he wouldn’t put it past her to like a good fight. Or more likely to get him in one as she shouted out encouragement. Yes, the latter was more likely. Damn woman. “Not until I finish my mead.”
Bazur turned on his stool and took a look at his two opponents. At first glance, they looked like fighters. At second glance, they really looked like fighters. These two men were tough. From their nearly identical faces, Bazur could tell the two were brothers, possibly twins. Both men were big, nearly as big as Bazur himself. The one on the left was slightly taller and the other brother looked like he was carrying around another ten pounds, mostly muscle, on his shoulders and arms. Bazur noted the big strong looking hands with multiple calluses and scars on their knuckles. Both men used their fists, often.
As Bazur studied the men, he noted that they were no longer boasting and working the crowd. They were silently returning his stares. Bazur gave them a small grin. These were not the normal braggarts, men with loud barks and little bites, who liked to talk. These men did it for show, to work the crowd. Now that the fight was near they were all business. If he was going to make sure Kyra won her money, he was going to earn it. These two would be no pushovers. Finishing his mead with a large swig, Bazur stood.
Short twin and tall twin, as Bazur had started to think of them, started to circle towards him. Short twin came straight towards him, while tall twin circled to Bazur’s left.
Bazur walked forward. He could hear the bar patrons scrambling to get out of the way, but he paid them no attention. His focus was squarely on the two twins. Often in these sort of fights, where one man faced multiple opponents, the normal thing to do was stay on your feet. Try to keep your distance and land strikes, hoping to knock one out while keeping the other at bay. Bazur was not a normal fighter. As short twin came within striking range, Bazur feigned a high kick. When short twin stepped back to avoid the possible kick, Bazur spun and lunged at tall twin, spearing him in the midsection with a shoulder. Bazur drove the tall twin back into the bar. From experience, Bazur knew the thick oak bar was heavy spiked into the floor and almost impossible to budge. Tall twin gasped as the air was forcefully expelled from his lunges. Bazur then landed two quick and hard jabs to the tall twin’s chin.
Bazur glanced back in time to see that short twin was about to jump on his back. Bazur grabbed tall twin and spun him around so that the two twins collided, with Bazur now pushed back into the bar. As short twin stepped around his dazed brother, Bazur pushed tall twin in the back, sending him sprawling into a nearby table. Bazur then ducked his head to the right to avoid the hammer like fist of short twin. When the fist sailed past his ear, Bazur bent forward and bent his knees, getting good and low. He then used his back foot to push off the bar and spring himself out and up towards short twin. As he launched his body at his opponent, Bazur used his momentum to throw a heavy uppercut. The blow struck short twin on the chin with a heavy thump. Short twin’s head snapped back.
Bazur cocked his right arm again, hoping a high hard right would
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