(RP) The Fishermans Wharf Bar Brawl

Rambar was having a long day drinking in the tavern he rested his drunken head on the bar for what seemed like a moment when someone roughly bumped in to him.
he opened his eyes trying to recognize the blurry figure and said "cant a man have some peace and quite around here." as he lifted his head to look at who the rude assailant was he accidentally knocks over his mug spilling the ale all over the assailant .
a bit surprised by the sudden racket he finds himself looking at Vengeful covered in beer
Rambar grinned and said “hope that teaches you some manners.”

Rambar's expression quickly changed to surprise as the ale hit his face. he wiped the beer from his face and could feel anger boiling up in him as the man started his speech on principles. he could feel his fist clenching as blood ran hot in his body. he could tell this wouldn’t end well for him as the man was obviously looking for a fight and was much bigger then him, in a split second dozens of thoughts ran in his head of what he could do to make it out of this alive.
deciding to take action he grabbed at the tipped over mug and with a swift motion he smashed it against the man's face not fooling himself that this would be enough to keep the big man down he quickly closed the distance between them and tackled the man to the floor knocking over a couple chairs in the process.

The bartender moved back yelling at them “you will pay for what you brake get the hell out of my bar” he looked around for some assistance in braking up the fight but none as present.

Rambar's Tackle didn’t go as well as he hoped and the smashing the mug in the man's face only seemed to anger him more. he found himself thrown in the air he barely managed to catch on to the man's shirt to not fly off completely and the man was jerked with him in to the air. after a bit of grappling he figured he had to get some distance between them or he will be in a bad shape. just as he finished that thought the man's punch hit his stomach, air came rushing out his lips making a squeaking noise. he fought to surpass the pain and try to get away he managed to slide away on his back for a bit before the man caught on to his leg he kicked free from the man’s grasp catching the man in the chest allowing himself a few seconds to get back to his feet he stood up and lifted his hands in fighting position trying to catch his breath thinking with his speed he could wear down the assailant and maybe get in a few punches.

Rambar was still catching his breath when the man lunged at him he threw a punch feeling it connect but not sure where before being tackled by the man again. he found himself on the ground and in frustration he kicked and punched widely adrenalin spliced with fear was rushing in his veins. his opponent wasn’t going to walk away until one of them was down and so it was a fight for survival now. in his frantic state he saw the man drawing a punch so he quickly lunged at his arm grabbed it and bite down hard on his arm blood came rushing out and filling his mouth.

Strolling along, minding her own business, Chandrea was looking for a tavern she could duck into for a drink...or three...However, it seemed that the two men outside the Wharf Bar had beat her to it. From the way they were going at it, Chan could tell that they were both fighters, and wasn't really surprised to see that they were both SAS members. However entertaining some people might find this fight, it wasn't really accompishing anything other than taking two good troops and sending them to the hospital wing to be patched up.

Stepping closer to the two men, Chandrea attempted to break up the fight by simply using her voice. You never know...it might work...

"Gentlemen, please! Stop fighting before one or both of you are hurt seriously!"...Well...That didn't work that well...They were still fighting, so Chand - unwisely - waded into the brawl to try to break them up physically.

Rambar was sprawled on his stomach the fight took allot out of him and the last impact with the ground nearly sent off to dream land. he laid there as he thought he heard a voice, but not sure what was said he figured this is it the man is going to finish him off now. he heard foot steps and a shade came over him knowing he had to do something he quickly grabbed a nearby stick and swung around hitting what appeared to be a woman in the back of the head .

Elizabeth went to tavern and greets Rambar and Venge.

Hello guys-how you doing? Are you oki?

It does not metter How long it takes I will always care and always ask.

She looked at Vengeful-So How have you been? oki?

She looked at him and said- well, we did not met before but Rambar told me about you a little. I am always happy to meet people in presence to get them know.

I hope you do not mind Sir. With a pause she said-I hope you do not mind.

Ahh that would be so great. I would kindly ask you for a tea. I have better things to offer you. I do bake everyday a cookies and mooncakes. Would you like to try some?

I do not drink alcohol as I work a lot and wish to have a clear mind.

How is my friend Rambar, have you seen him?

Thank you Sir for the tea.

I just know Rambar and his beautifull lady Felinaa. They visited Bristol some weeks ago. They were so nice and I do miss them a bit, especially Felinaa.

So you are from a same town as them?

Please do not call me a lady! For everyone I am just Lizzy. I love making cakes, cookies and mooncakes.

Well I shall get you another ale and tea for me. She went to bar and brougt all in one.