Spitz lay sleeping with his head down on the bar after doing a few to many shots.

The bar tender nudged him, "Hey if your gonna sleep go somewhere else!"

Spitz lifted his head up and punched the man in the face, laying him out.

Pakorr looked up in surprise at the sudden hint of violence.

The bartender barely struggled to his feat, "Oh, asses are going to get kicked..."

Pakorr punched the the bartender hard in the nose; he didn't get up this time.

He turned towards the immensely drunk man and smiled, "It probably is about time you headed out of here, before you can't even walk home."

He put on his most non-threatening grin

The gunslinger sat in a dark corner alone. His hat cast a shadow over his face obscuring his features. Most stayed away because he looked strange or mean.

Catching bits and peices of every conversation in the bar he head the bartender tell the sleeping man to leave. He became interested once the bartender made a yelp of suprise and pain as he was punched in the face.

Gage began to walk over to the bar near the incident. Once he got there he stodd watching how it was going to play out.

Chrealach opened the doors to the pub, the night was dark and a wisp of cold air blew through the doors, the sound of drunks brawling could be heard in the street, he had his hood over his head, nothing was shown but his slender pipe. He eyed each of the residents of the pub coldly, he strolled to the bar table and glanced down at the floor noticeing the snoring of the bartender underneath, he reached across the counter and found a short stout bottle of the finest irish wisky, he opened the cork and took a wiff makeing sure it was good, not that it would matter if it didn't, he walked to the far side of the bar, opposite to where the mysterious man was sitting, Chrealach took off his hood showing his very young face and complexion, but deep down in his eyes you could see wisdom and a hint of madness, he then relaxed and moved the chair to the side so he could rest his feet on the old oak chair. He took a swig of the old bottle the liquid ran down his throat, but he welcomed the burning sensation that followed, [/I]Good wisky[/I], a young waitress scurried to his table, A elf, interesting, why on earth would a elf work at a pub, best not dabble with such things, , she was beautiful and had fiery red hair, even in her dirty clothes any other human would of been mermerized and lost in her stare, but chrealach was after all a excentric being, "Is there anything I can get you sir", said the elf waitress not yet knowing that her employer was snozzing on the floor, Chrealach looked at her and gave a small frown, remebering his past, "Are you able to turn back time and freeze it in your happiest moment of your life" was his cold reply The waitress produced a confused look, "no, no sir, I cant", "then begon", the waitress stared at him for a moment trying to unlock the meaning, after a short pause she walked back to attend to the other customers, seeming quite mystefied by the encounter, Chrealach looked back and smiled, pleased with himself, he took out his pipe again to enjoy its flavor, it put him to ease it did, his mind slipped to a different time and place, one happier and full of excitement, his attencion to the outside world was almost completley canceled out, Ah, those be the days

Ooc: Im not "spiked" at this moment.

Spitz looked at the big men, never seen tripplets wearing the exact same thing before, without saying a word he made a wild swing, being off balance he missed the one sitting at the bar and his fist went flying toward the man who had approached them.

OOC: Nvm

Gage avoided the mans punch by jumping backwards and to the right side, stopping just short of the nearest table.

"Hopefully thats enough of that, " he said calmly.

Spitz stumbled pastcrashing into a tall man spilling all his ale, "Your gonna pay for that little man!" he yelled drawing back his fist.
Spitz was the faster though even when drunk he quickly snaped his head forward breaking the mans nose and leaving a few drops of blood on Spitz's forehead. The blood slowly ran down his face and stopping at his mouth. Spitz licked his lips tasteing the blood, in that instant all his drunkenness left his eye and was replaced with an inner fire that could stop a man cold.
He turned to the man who had side stepped him, spikes ranging from six inches to little nubs slowly extended from his body tearing through cloth whenever need be. "I say when its enough, not you" with incredible speed he rush the man swinging a powerful spiked fist toward his stomach.

The Gunslinger decided he wanted to be careful now seeing this mans power. He decided to give himself another 10 feet out of the way of the spiked man to be safe at the very least and pulled out his left gun and fired a shot into the air. This caused the majority of the pub to panic and immediately evacuate since the threat had been high because of firearms.

OOC: i edited this to have me shoot into the air, i meant to have it there before randall posted, i didnt want to attack kurt directly, its not something my character would do

Chrealach was abruptly interupted from his mind when he heard the sound of a gunshot in the pub, opening his eyes he saw all the drunks and customers flee out of the pub with haste, pushing and triping each other, Hmm, all these mortals do is worry about their pathetic short life, he saw the elven waitress hideing under the bar table, scavegeing her unconsious employers clothes for gold, All in the great struggle for life, giveing a smirk, Chrealach finally turned his attention to the sound of the noise, it looked to seem that the gunslinger had shot the gun in the air, the kid a little bit off looked like he was wanting to fight, his hands protruded spikes, he took in also that there was also a overly large human left in the pub, he didn't particulary like the eye of the spiked fist kid, he tilted back his head and took another swig of the wisky, and inhaled the smoke from his pipe then produceing a small smoke ring,Chrealach watching the show with growing interest



OOC- I just thought that your character kurt, goes through alot of clothes :D

Ooc: I dont doubt that, and a reminder rambo I only have one eye so you might want to edit that part, just to be more correct in this story.

Bic:
Spitz tracked the man as he moved, paying no heed to the gunshot, the spiked man resumed his charge at the man refuseing to let him go that quickly.

The Gunslinger dived hard sending tables and chairs crashing, ignoring the pain.

He decided it was best to draw his other guns and shoot two shots at the attacking man to try to ward him off. One aimed for his remaining eye and the other for his chest. After both guns went off he dived hard again, this time behind the bar.

One bullet shot harmlessly past his face the other connected with a spike directly over his heart. Spitz showing no sign of pain he may have felt from the blow kept on coming, jumping over the bar to land right next to the man. He moved to slap the man across the face with a spikeless palm followed quickly by a spiked fist.

Connecting, the punch from the spiked man sent the Gunslinger over the bar through the air with deep cuts in his face across the left side of his face.

As he hit the ground he rolled and kept on going, firing two more shots from his guns, (one from each).

Spitz was suddenly yanked to the ground, "what the?!" he began to yell as the bullets went whizzing by where his face had been seconds ago. He turned preparing to swing at his new assailant then stopped suddenly realizing it to be the elven bar maid giving him a flirty smile. He returned the smile, "The Duck Inn room 12, 6 o'clock." is all he whispered.

Spitz jumped over the bar rushing the man once again meaning to gore him with his large shoulder spikes.

The gunslinger reloaded the two empty shells from each gun. Since the chambers of his guns were still hot the singed the callouses on the tips of his agile fingers. He hands worked on their own. He acted by pure instinct. It took him 25 years to become that way.

He heard the crashing of tables and chairs moving on his flank and he jumped into the air as high as he could firing 3 times from each gun at the charging spiked man.

Two of the three bullets slammed into his left shoulder droping him to the ground his spikes piercing the floor jamming him there. Spitz retracted his spikes and pushed himself up off the ground, "quit moving you damn fairy!"
Spitz then pulled a long spike from his left arm and heaved it like a javelin toward the gunslinger with almost precise accuracy.

Chrealach was amused by the show being preformed by the two going at each other, [/I]Hmm, which one will die, they are both so vunerable and weak as it is, I can see ferocity in the kid but he lacks judgement, that gunslinger looks precise and calmer, yet he seems oddly familar perhaps I've encountered this individual before, he saw the elven waitress help the kid, [i]I thought elves were smater then that, must likely be a half breed, she well die soon enough if she risks her life for love as she ran out of the bar with a smile on her face she turned and glanced at him, He locked his maroon eyes on hers, just to mess with her, her smile quickly subceded into a small frown, her complexion going white, and she ran out of the bar with uptmost haste, he did after all have that affect on women, well then again anything really. Chrealach glanced at the gigantic human still at the bar table, Is he so drunk he cant even see, He put his other hand on the hilt of his bastard sword, he didnt want this to get out of hand

OOC- What in the hell kurt using my npc, i was going to use her, o well, cool idea I must admit, very stylish, but if I was james bond Id have a conter attack, Id say she walked past me and I flipped her a coin, for putting the tracking device on you, but since Im medival, thats not how it works, just saying

OOC: Randal James Bond would never do that he doesn't pay women for anything, infact he's normaly the one who gets a tracking device put on him by the woman. Sorry about the use of her I wanted to do something fun and you seemed only to mention her to make your posts longer.

OOC, your right, yeh, I guess the bad guy would of done that not double O, no, its fine, I dont care, its cool

Pakorr had been watching from the dark corner of the room as the rampant chaos ensued.

He was finally ready to get involved...

Pakorr drew his giant warhammer, held it aloft and threw his head back.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!"

He let loose his most fearsome, gut wrenching war cry, hoping to get their attention.

"I CAME HERE FOR A BITE TO EAT AND A MOMENT OF PEACE AND QUIET!" He barked angrily, "DO YOU DENY ME THIS?"

His veins bulged in his forehead and in his massive arms.

Wow, now thats some human, if thats what he is, quite a temper this one has, by his stature and shape and that huge warhammer, this one could do some real damage, best not to mess with him if neccessary, Im sure the other one wont be happy about being yelled and threatened at, this should be interesting, Chrealach looked into the eyes of Parkorr, he could tell this man or thing had seen battle before that much was obvious, classic barbarian

Spitz slowly turned his body in the direction of the large...thing, with a huge smile across his face. Now were haveing some fun.
"No one's denying you anything, you just pick the wrong place." Spitz extended his spikes again only now there was a three foot horn sticking out of the top of his head.
Spitz let loose his own not as loud but just as primal roar, and charged straight towards the "man", head down.

Pakorr, infuriated by the imbecile that continued to aggravate him, swung his massive hammer sideways at the man's left side with surprising speed.

The gunslinger's concentration was not broken by this attack, he nearly expected it.

He shot the spike-javelin into many peices, most of which missed him, except two.

One peicered the bicep of his left arm the other the thigh of his right leg. No sound not even a cry of pain.

He watched the spiked man run towards the very large man-creature and yelled, " DONT START SOMETHING IF YOU CANT FINISH IT!!!"

Immediately after the Gunslinger charged after him losing his temper and releasing the final 4 shots, two from each gun aimed directly along the spiked man's spinal cord from the brain to the base of his back.

OOC: LoL, Kurt's being shot at and swung at.

And don't you dare say you dodge both.

OOC: lol, yeah thatd be some shit, and for some reason spikes dont seem like the best type or armour for this situation

Ooc: I will play my character as I see fit, and no one but me will have say in the matter.

Bic:
The two shots aimed at the spine connected to the right of it, causing Spitz to jerk right sending the other two past his head. The impact from the shots droped him to the ground and he turned that into a role, retracting his spikes as he went, going under the mighty swing of the hammer and coming up three feet in front of the big big man, well within the swing radius of his weapon. An eruption of spikes then shot forth from his body the shortest being six inches the longest about two feet rarely had he covered himself in more spikes and very little skin could be seen under all those spikes. Spitz reached toward the manlike thing with the hammer, as if to give him a bear hug.

No sooner had the gunslinger shot he started to reload. His fingers literally blazing from speed and heat reloading each shell.

He aimed again and shot at the spiked man that was attempting to attack the giant man shooting towards any places where skin was exposed that he could see.

OOC: We weren't trying to tell you how to play your character Kurt, but if you think you can dodge both of our attacks cleanly, you're wrong. Just because we aren't the RP Site, it doesn't mean we are gonna allow god-dodging.

But it doesn't matter, because you did well anyway.

BIC:
Pakorr screamed in rage, more than pain, as the multitude of spikes punctured the muscles of his legs and abdomen. Without even stopping to pull any out, he snapped his leg into a front kick towards the relentless spikey man with all the force he could muster.

OOC EDIT: With what force do the spikes shoot out.

The giants foot connected squarely against Spitz's groin there goes my night with the elf is all he could think about. Gage's bullets bounced off Spitz's spikes.

He hit the ground covering his genitals screaming, "ah!!! god that enough! Oh Son of a Bitch! oh! AH! No more I can't go on!!

After a few deep breaths he was able to give a short and painfull laugh, "you two are one hell of a fight." Spitz slowly readjusted his body so he was laying down on his back.


Ooc: Sorry I couldn't post last night I was really busy.

Gage walked over to the spiked man who no longer had spikes.

"Are you alright? I'm sure that would have brought down just about anyone, " Gage said as he tried to suppress a chuckle. "So why'd you want to fight us in the first place?"

Spitz looked at him curiously from the ground, "I like to fight" was his reply as if that explained everything.
He started to slowly rise useing one of the few standing chairs as a rest, sudenly an excruciating pain shot up his stomach, the bullet wounds hurt too but he had been shot pleanty of time and it didn't compare to the big mans kick, Spitz dropped back to the ground with a painful groan. "I don't suppose one of you could get me some ice huh?"

"Here these should help with some of the pain,"Gage said as he handed the man in pain some herbs. "Theyre supposed to minimize pain a little. I hear they can also help you sleep."

Pakorr laughed, heartily.

"I did not mean to do that, my friend, but you had it coming!" He walked over to Spitz. "But allow me to buy you a drink, regardless."

Spitz took the pills from the gunslinger and swallowed them. "I thank you both but I really need some ice." Then he realized that he was probably losing quite a bit of blood from the gunshot wounds, " and maybe a bit of gauze".

Gage, Remembering his wounds, immediately looked to his left bicep at the deep wound. There was still an iron spike lodged in it, along with another in his thigh.

"I need some scalding hit water pliers and a red hot knife," the Gunslinger annouced, but the pub was empty accept for those four. "I do have more medical supplies in my bag though." He pulled out some gauze and started to clean his wounds on his face and tried to clean around the iron spikes sticking out of his right thigh and left bicep."

Chrealach, stared at the diverse trio, two where suffering from wounds though it did not seem to affect their preformance in the least. He inhaled the smoke with delectation, he was without emotion and did not move a inch to help the lot, this was no concern of his.

A small priest, poked his head into the bar, The priest scanned the room for the man or thing that fit his description, all this was very strange to him, that morning a messenger had brought a envelope straight from the Vatican with upmost haste. He locked onto fhis target not taking in the other three people, knowing that transmitting this message was of the foremost importance. He walked slowly and steady to the cloaked figure, his fingers gripped the envelope as tightly as he could scared that the envelope would evaporate in thin air. He took one look in the marroon eyes, mesmerized, and held out the letter.

Chrealach reached out for the letter, intrigued by the small and sudden priest's apperance in this bar. How did they find me here with disgust as he recognized the red emblem sealing the envelope. He opened with his cold white fingers, the message was written in haste in blood red ink He read it silently to himself, taking in every word in. A pause and the message started burning away, flames enveloping the sides as if by some unknown magic, chrealach watched the message burn away in his hands in bitter hate and ushered the man to follow him through the threshold, putting away his pipe and strolling behind the priest. The priest looked completely unnerved. The priest walked past the injured party, I will send for help right away!, Chrelach put a hand on the frightened priest, O I dont think so my father, and without looking at the rest of them started walking out of the pub forcing the man to follow him out.

OOC< I cant help its so long, I just got carried away with the excitement of RPGIng again. WELL hurry up and re post

The gunslinger watched as the small scene unfolded between the cloaked figure and the small priest and watched in silence as they both walked out.

The gunslinger began to remove his belt,"Well, since they're not going to be any help it looks like im going to have to treat myself the best I can."

He pulled out more gauze out of his bag wadded some up and left the rest of the roll whole. He wrapped the belt around his left arm 2 inches above his spike wound and gripped tightly on the iron spike and began to rip it out of his own flesh.

Havoc entered the bar, bow already strung, he knock an arrow and fired it into the back of Pakorr's head. Not even taking the time to hear if the arrow hit he opened his hand and two origami birds flew towards the survivors one each. "You have proven yourself." and he walked out the door.


Spitz looked stunned as the paper bird landed on his hand, he slowly opened the birdand read, " Tred's quality good's if you want a job." and it was signed, "The Rogue King".


Ooc: I want Paco to do the actual dying but this was my way of offing him.