Mad Fight Rp

[TheKiller333]

OOC: Dudes, this rp is to relieve a little tension from the main rp. Here, you just fight out like madmen, in different Scenarios. First scenario is... bar fight. No guns, only weapons you can find in the bar =] Anyone can join, just for a bit of fun away from the forums.

"No, your ***!" Shouted the completely dumb and illiterate Bartender, as he pushed Erendul.
"I'm sure that's exactly what your mother said in the *****-house!" Replied Erendul, and he took this moment to smash the tender with his shoulder. This seemed to anger the other patrons, who all stood up, with god knows what in their hands, and charged at Erendul. He picked up the nearest Tankard, still full of beer, and smashed the closest drunk over the head, who fell unconcious to the floor. A fork came wizzing past Erendul's head, and he looked to see the chef's pouring out of the kitchen. "Great.." He muttered, picked up a chair, and threw it at the crowd of people in front. He didn't wait to see the result, just laughed and readied himself for a good ole fashioned bar fight.

[Ork warlord 'Waazzza']

OOC; lets get this party started!!

the door opened.. an a Ork jumped out at the brawling crowd and was smashed in the face with a bottle and gave him the same with a table an grabbed a bottle, then chucked it at the brawlers and a bootle came flying back an knocked the ork out.

[TheKiller333]

OOC: This is to practise fight scenes, but Ork, please try to make your posts longer? And use commas! :P Nah, i won't critisize your English, just try to avoid short posts =]

Erendul saw the Ork jump in, and also saw the ork get knocked out. "Well that went well.." Muttered Erendul, as he was hit over the head with a rolling pin. He fell to his knees, and turned around to see a very large Chef, with a very large butchers knife. He ducked under the Chef's legs and ran to the wall, where a shotgun hung. He aimed, and fired. Nothing happened. "Damn! It's a fake!" He shouted and charged the Chef, whacking him round the head with the shotgun. The chef fell unconcious, and Erendul's yell of triumph became a yell of pain as someone shoved a smashed bottle into his ribs. "Oi! That hurt!" He screamed, and picked up a shard of the bottle, threw it at his attacked, and ran as fast as he could to the door. He took the door off of the floor, where it had been knocked by the Ork, and threw it at the mass of rioting idiots in front of him.

[Ork warlord 'Waazzza']

The ork got back up and began looking around for some sort of choppa, then found a huge poll...an then... he swung the poll into a guards man's head, then
reaching for it a bottle smacked him in the, he turned around to see a ratling.
"OI!!!!!"
he reached an grabbed the 'rat' and SMASHED THE CRAP out of it.
"He he he" the ork grinned "Dat was funny".
Then he sore a SQUIG!!!
"Oh fu-" the squig jumped on him riping he's ear off.. "DAT HURT YOU," and then made a huge mess on the wall with the squig...

[masterofweirdness]

OOC: Neat idea Killer333.

Redgar roared loudly as he smashed a man with his fists. Then he kicked the man between the legs and slammed him to the ground.

"You all fight like a bunch o' grots!" the veteran guardsman yelled.

Redgar almost regretted his comment when he saw the ork walk into the room, however, it seemed the ork didn't hear him.

A smash on his back and blinding pain told Redgar that someone had hit him on the back with a chair. He turned and sure enough, there was a brash young man with a chair in his hands, "boy," Redgar said before smashing the man with his fists, "you don't hold your chairs like that."

[TheKiller333]

OOC: Thanks =]
Erendul saw Redgar walk in, and tried to make his way to him, only to be shoved to the ground by a patron carrying what looked like a spatular. "What the hell..?" Laughed Erendul, before picking up a table leg and smashing the person over the head. Another of the drunks walked towards him, a stolen Ork-Shoota in his hands. "I don't like you." Erendul said Calmly, and the other man stumbled.

Erendul took this moment to fling himself at the man, knocking him out. He began to reach for the Ork Shoota, but thought better of it, knowing that the Emporer would curse him for that. Instead, he kicked it out of the door. A few minutes of fighting later, and there was a large bang from outside.

[Baron Spikey]

Getting drunk at the bar Mikail ignored the fight until one of the patrons stumbled into him spilling his drink. Simply picking up a bottle from the bar, the Altonian brought it down as hard as possible on the man's head, with a sigh the inebriated customer slumped to the floor. Sadly, for Mikail, not before his equally brash friends saw what had occurred.

Asa the first one charged towards him the part-time merc threw the contents of his glass into his opponents eyes, the effects of this particularly foul gut rot was spectacular as with a scream the patron began clawing at his face. Shrugging Mikail kicked him between the legs sending his antagonist to the floor in a whimpering pile.

Taking far too much satisfaction in his handiwork he didn' notice wht else was going on and the next thing he knew was being spun around and sent stumbling into a wall by a lucky blow to the jaw.

"Bollocks!" the merc grunted as his momentum ended up with him sitting propped up against a wall with 3 men above him "Drink?" he asked hopefully...

[Ork warlord 'Waazzza']

OOC; its getting crazy!!!

a shoota slid under him, he grabbed it an reached for the poll, both in hand he smacked and whacked anyone in his way singing the joy of mindless violence
"waaagh, oh sweet waaagh"
smacked someone over the head.
"I love you gork an mork for...."
crushed a grot
"waaagh, oh sweet waaagh"
the bartender jumped over the counter with a shotgun
"STOP SINGING YOU -"
the ork grabbed him an chucked him at the crowd
"waaagh, oh sweet waaagh"

[TheKiller333]

OOC: W00t go Ork!
Erendul, who had moved back for a break in the combat, heard the Ork singing and started to chuckle. Unfortunately, 5 of the drunks all rushed him at once. He was knocked back, and knocked over an Altonian that he has seen earlier. "Evening." He laughed, and then kicked the approaching enemy in the ribs. He then noticed that 3 men were hovering above the Altonian, and so he reached around, grabbed one's neck and shoved him into the others, making them all fall and become unconcious. "This is going too far..." Erendul Muttered.

[masterofweirdness]

Redgar smashed his way through the semingly endless mass of drunks. When one finally fell to the ground, another would appear, sometimes with a knife or ancient autopistol in their hands.

Redgar noticed the orks singing and thought about killing the thing. It wouldn't be hard with all the weapons lying about.

His thoughts were interupted as a drunk charged at him with a pair of rolling pins in his hands.

Redgar laughed as he dodged the man, who promptly fell on the floor. Redgar kicked his head for good measure and turned to face a group of drunks, all of which looked quite angry.

[Ork warlord 'Waazzza']

"when your big an green.."
kicked a drunk in the face
"its all about..."
he grabbed a beer can
"WAAAGH, OH SWEET WAAAGH"
an began to drink. He jumped on the table

OCC; sing along!!

"WAAAGH, oh sweet WAAAGH.. dont be a grot in DA dumps, because.. WAAAGH, oh sweet WAAAGH.. love groky an morky for givein, us..WAAAGH, oh sweet WAAAGH.. big an green is DA way to go, because.because.because
WAAGH, OH SWEET WAAGH "

the ork began to dance to the song

[Killermoose]

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...'

[TheKiller333]

"Damn! What in the name of the Emporer is he doing?!" Erendul Exclaimed, seeing the rifle in Akrial's hands. A rifle, great He thought, and imediately stepped in front of him. "None of you want to do this!" He spat, but felt a sharp kick in the back of his knees and he fell to the floor. "Thanks.." He muttered, however his shock was short lived as 3 men loomed above him. He kicked out, hitting one square in the groin. The others didn't take kindly to this, and rushed him, hitting him in a flurry of blows. "This has got to stop!" He shouted, and whipped out his Autopistol, that, despite being off-duty, he always carried. He preffered it and his Sword to any other weapon in the world. "Get off me now, or you'll get a bullet or two through your head!" One man didn't seem too bright, and continued to hit Erendul in the ribs. Erendul pulled the trigger, and shot the man straight between his eyes. His body went limp and fell off. Almost instantly, the fighting died down.. but only to become more ferocious. "Eye of the storm.." Erendul laughed, but to even breathe hurt his chest.

[NearSightedFarseer]

Stilheim wandered into the bar, seemingly oblivious to the growing brawl. "a shot of your strongest", and proceeded to down it with gusto. "now to have some fun..", and grabbed the nearest thug's head and slammed it into the counter with a loud thud.
Before he could strike out at someone else, a meaty fist struck him face, "you'll regret that you throne forsaken fool!". Grabbing an empty mug, he smashed it over the thug's head, though he was still smarting, his blood was on fire.

[Ork warlord 'Waazzza']

When the ork finished singing he launched his fist a drunks head
and kicked someones knee in. Grabbing the table, he smashed aside some more drunks an leaped on the counter an pulled out a lasgun, crunching it to a tiny boll and throwing at the crowd. He grabbed the cash register an ran out....

[masterofweirdness]

OOC: Didn't someone say no guns? Oh, and how do you feel about getting arrested?

Redgar was busy smashing a few drunks with a rolling pin when he heard the gunshots. He turned and saw a man fall down dead, and swore, what an idiot, he thought.

However, Redgar did not have the pleasure of beating the crap out of this murderer as he was busy fighting off a few others. The fight was quickly getting out of hand, a simple, and entertaining, barroom brawl had turned into a chaotic melee with elctro-(ooc:brass)knuckles and knives being the weapons of choice.

Two drunks approached Redgar and waved their knives menacningly. Redgar grunted and flung the rolling pin at one of them, and charged at the other.

The rolling pin hit the one drunk and he fell to the floor with a loud oath. Meanwhile, Redgar dodged a knife thrust and leaped for cover behind several other brawling drunks.

"I think I'd better get out of here," Redgar said to himself.

[TheKiller333]

OOC: Meh, i don't mind being arrested. But let's not turn this into a proper rp remember And about weapons... Erendul got angry...

[Killermoose]

OOC: Akrials rifle isn't loaded... just used for intimidation... but now someones been killed, he's going to bring some pain!

Akrial yelled out as a brawler's foot kicked Erendul in the back of the leg. Before he could do anything to help him out he was knocked into by a group of 4 hulking ex-servicemen. He fell backwards, and at that moment heard the sound of gunshots. 'Ah feth, could this get any worse?'

Punching his way free there was a breif respite, and he grabbed for the ornate power sword inside his cloak. As an Arbitrator Detective he spent a lot of his time in dangerous situations, and this weapon was his best friend. Seeing him reach for something the men charged, but they were too late. He swiped straight through the necks of two, and before their severed heads had even reached the floor he had gutted one more. As the last realised his mistake and turned to run Akrial used his limited pyschic powers to trip him up, and landed a powerful foot in the small of his back.
'I need to get out of here, fast!'

OOC: Arbitrator Detecives aren't like normal Arbites, they won't try to arrest anyone... not for bar brawling, anyway... and as for the killing? Well, he was having a beer! He's got a case to solve! Oh, and just to point out, some do have pyschic powers... as I intend to use this as my character in any RP I join, I figure I might as well include it now...

[hairyyahoo]

funkundie the ogryn was in dire need of a gallon or two of beer, so he'd wandered into the bar to slake his thirst. the scene that greeted him was pure pandimonium, or would have been if he knew what that ment. it was certainly a bit lively. he stood looking at all the little people running around hitting each other for a while, turned around and went outside. he read the sign above the door.

"B", he said to himself,
"A", he continued,
"R" he finished. yep, definatly a bar not a war. "maybe dis is one o dem der sports bars" he wondered aloud, shrugged and went back in. his original problem, that of unslaked thirst, was still occupying the majority of his small brain so funkundie tip-toed through the brawl (in as much as an ogryn can tip-toe), trying very hard not to interfere with the game, and eventually made it to the counter, where he discovered the barkeep unconcious on the floor. "dammit" rumbled the ogryn, "how'm i gonna pay im ifn ees asleepin?" funkundie adopted a thoughtful experssion for about a minute or so, then a wide grin split his face. "ifn ees asleein when i gets me a beer, eel neva kno dat i owes im, wil ee?", so saying he lent over the counter and poured himself a drink.

at that point one of the fighters worked up the courage (suffered an attack of stupidity) to hit the hulking form of funkundie with with a chair. the ogryn turned and looked down at the little man, who had suddenly gone very pale, and smilled. "s'a funny lil game yous lil folk bin playin in ere, tell me, wot sides a'winnin?" the pale little man promptly fainted clean out. funkundie shrugged to himself again, took another swig of his drink and settled down to try to figure out the rules of the game, wondering if he might be allowed to play in the next round.

[TheKiller333]

OOC: Aww wow! A ogryn! Brilliant addition Hairy!
Erendul fought on, and laughed at the sheer stupidity of the Ogryn that had walked in. He fought his way towards the bar, and, for a small break from the combat, poured himself his own drink. He tapped the Ogryn on the shoulder, hoping he'd notice. "Urgh?" Funkundie said to that, and Erendul replied "Wanna join in? But that guy over there, you see him? He just called you a fat weakling. I suggest you go, ah, play with him. The rules are beat the hell up out of anyone in your way. Teams are us old Imperial Guard versus a few of the drunks in here. And we are winning." An Ogryn on the 'team' would be useful.

[hairyyahoo]

ooc; cheers killer

"wha!?!" shouted funkundie, "tha lil sod called me wot?!? i'll show im fat an weak", he added cracking his knuckles so loud that everyone glanced worriedly at the ceiling. downing the last of his drink and checking that the barman was still unconcious on the floor, funkundie waded into the mass of fighting men, grabbed the little punk that had been pointed out to him, spun, and hurled the poor soul through the nearest window.

searching for a new opponent, funkundie spotted what he thought was an ork. he wondered over to the greenskin, pushing hapless combatants out of the way (and in a few cases out of the building via the wall) and tapped him on the shoulder. the ork, who was at that moment in time trying to teach the words of the song it had been singing earlier to a man in a chef's uniform through the simple expedient of smashing his head against a wall, turned slowly and gaped at the only figure in the room that was bigger that it.

"s'cuse me" said funkundie, "but is you a n'ork?"
"urm...no" replied the ork, "i'm an ooman. yeah, dats rite, an ooman soldja. can't get much more oomanie dan me"
"oh" said funkundie with a puzzled look o his face, "whys yur skin green den?" he added.
"weeeeell...."said the ork looking aroung quickly as if searching for something, like a way out of this mess (which, coincidently was exactly what the ork was looking for) "i'm wearin camo paint?" said the ork desperatly, and winced as he realised he didn't have a snotling's chance in a blender.
"ah i see" said funkundie with a wink "s'right clever of you dat. alright mate, i'll leave you ta finish im off"
the ork picked his jaw up off the floor and watched in amazement as the ogryn dove headlong into a group of green armoured guardsmen and started to beat 9 different shades of it out of them. so stunned was he in fact that he didn't even realise the chef had gotten away until the rolling pin connected with his skull.

[Killermoose]

As soon as the Ogryn started smashing through the gaurdsmen, Akrial realised that he needed to get out, now. Pulling a blind grenade out of his pocket he threw it towards the two hive gangers charging at him with swords, and shielded his eyes as everyone within a 2 meter radius was incapacitated. Swinging his power sword around in a circle over he brought it crashing down into a group of stunned drunkards, and then ran onwards, bringing together his pyschic strength. He unleashed it in a ball of electricity at a large fight blocking his way, and smiled slightly at the screams of pain made by the men falling to the floor. Glancing behind him just to see them writhe in pain he ran straight into the Ogryn.
'Who's dat?' It roared, turning to look at him.
'Feth, not again...' whispered a weary Akrial before pulling a smoke grenade out of his cloak and throwing it at the floor.
'Oi, who turn'd out da lights?' the Ogryn bellowed as the smoke gathered all around him, and soon he'd developed a coughing fit, still smashing his giant fists around him. Akrial was smacked right in the shoulder, and was catapulted into the bar. Rubbing his head and picking himself up, something hard flew into his chest.
'Feth' was all Akrial could manage as the blood spread around his cloak top, before collapsing again onto a heap on the ground.

[hairyyahoo]

it had all been going rather well for funkundie, right up until the point that someone filled his lungs with smoke. recovering from a coughing fit that shook the rafters with its intensity, the ogryn came to the conclusion that it was well past time for another drink or three. still sputtering funkundie made his way back to the bar, ignoring even the most determined assults upon his person as only 10 feet of walking muscle with a serious thirst on can. when he got to the counter his spirits deflated even more. the barman had woken up!

"urg" said the dazed barman, "what the bloody hell happened?"
"deres a bit o a game goin on, a real good one too. looks like you been playin but not doin very well" replied funkundie, "can i ava drink?" he added hopefully
"not till someone tells me what happened to the bastard that hit me" said the barman, "and then tells me why theres a bloody fight in my bar and nobody thought to call the arbites. oi you, put that chair down! no not on his head!! don't touch that its very valueable!!! STOP TRASHING MY BAR YOU SONS A BIT...!!!!"
" but i realy need dat drink", fukundie interrupted "you see dere was dis lil runt wiv a smoke fingy and it got all in me lungs and now i needs a drink to wash da taste outa me mowf so i'll be needin dat drink now" he finished feeling he anger rising.
"NO!!" screamed the irate barman, unawear just how close he was to a world of pain "these idiots are destroying my livlihood and all you want is a poxy drink? get the hell out of here you fool, the bar's closed!"

now, if there's two words that should never be uttered within earshot of a thirsty ogryn, its "bar's closed". seconds after they had left the barmans lips the bar itself exploded into a shower of splinters and mass of enraged funkundie! the furious ogryn chased the terrified barkeep the length of the mangled counter, caught him and proceeded to pummel the understanding of his mistake into the poor sod with two hairy ham sized fists. funkundie then calmly poured himself a drink and cleared his throat with it, climed onto the ruins of the counter and launched himself back into the brawl.

[BrainDeleted]

OOC: yum a good old fashion bar fight

Ignatius got up off the floor after being hit over the head with a poll and noticed that the bar's counter had been destroyed and the door to the back room was ajar...Smelling opportunity he ran strait into the room and shut the door behind him,What awaited him in the room caused his jaw to drop...the entire bars store of alcohol! He perused the supply and picked put some of the best vintages and stashed 'em anywhere he could on his person, then he took a quick peek out the door...Nasty...ok I'll make a distraction hehehe...he grabbed some cheep drinks and smashed them over the remnants of the counter, grabed his lighter and WOOOOSSSSHHHH! he light a huge fire then quickly ran back into the backroom laughing evilly

[Ork warlord 'Waazzza']

the ork walked through the front door to see an Ogryn smashing people up.
"waaagh oh sweet waaagh" the ork muttered to himself walking in (after taking the cash register) and found no counter but in steed of a counter there was a huge hole "straange" the ork said. "IN THE NAME OF THE EM-" a Priest yelled
"SHUTT UP YOU UMMIN" the ork interrupted smashing him to the ground,
"this is da life"

OOC; i made this pic to show you what i think of the fight