Akrial took a final sip of his beer before calmly placing it down on it's coster, completely ignoring the chaos surrounding him. He was reaching for a bar snack when the bowl was rudely knocked onto the floor by a pair of brawling gaurdsmen, off duty.
His voice, well spoken, dripped with menace, as he muttered 'You're going to wish you didn't do that...'
He grabbed one with his left hand and twisted his am backwards, then punched him square in the face, as he threw his half-full mug towards the others head. Ignoring their shouts of pain he swung a chair into their stomachs, flooring them both. Suddenly there was a large crack as something large and tough smacked into his shoulder, and he fell to the floor. 'Ah, feth' he grunted as the disgruntled hive ganger hit him again and again with the butt of his rifle, before he rolled onto his back and kicked out at the mans crotch. Akrial felt the mans pain as he slumped onto the floor, eyes crossed and legs shut together. Picking up the rifle he raised it above his head in a ready position, and howled 'Who wants some??!!'
He took the collective yell of anger from the gathered drinkers to mean that they all did.
'Feth...'
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