Mr.Self Destruct
Chosen Undead
"What's wrong, laddy? I hit ya' too hard?" Gorim mockingly jested as the man struggled to stay on his feet, the Nord stumbling and wobbling as he shakily raised his fists. His face was a stupefied and bewildered expression which read as him not being entirely cognizant. A circle had formed around Gorim and the dazed man, with shouts and banter filling the air as the crowd cheered on the fight. The dwarf snatched a bottle of ale from a nearby patron, before turning bottoms up and gulping down the alcoholic fluid. Gorim then let out a satisfied grunt before wiping away the excess alcohol around his mouth with his forearm, and then tossing the bottle aside.
The man let out a groan, his face contorting with pain as he held a hand to the back of his head. He was beginning to return to full consciousness after being struck with the chair. "What in Oblivion...?" He said in a somewhat slurred voice, the back of his head throbbing.
"Wakey, wakey!" Gorim shouted as he charged, boosting himself off a nearby chair and lunging through the air. The man's eyes widened with shock as he realized he was being attacked by a flying dwarf.
Gorim slammed against the man's chest, winding him and knocking him back. The crowd barely had time to part before the man fell back, crashing through the wooden table where Alleras, Vitus, and others were taking various drugs. The table easily gave out under the combined weight of the massive Nord and Gorim in a flurry of wooden shards, alcohol, and narcotics.
The man let out a groan, his face contorting with pain as he held a hand to the back of his head. He was beginning to return to full consciousness after being struck with the chair. "What in Oblivion...?" He said in a somewhat slurred voice, the back of his head throbbing.
"Wakey, wakey!" Gorim shouted as he charged, boosting himself off a nearby chair and lunging through the air. The man's eyes widened with shock as he realized he was being attacked by a flying dwarf.
Gorim slammed against the man's chest, winding him and knocking him back. The crowd barely had time to part before the man fell back, crashing through the wooden table where Alleras, Vitus, and others were taking various drugs. The table easily gave out under the combined weight of the massive Nord and Gorim in a flurry of wooden shards, alcohol, and narcotics.