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As the Jagara moved to confront Johnny in a rather disorderly manner, the other bar attendants moved to give the pair space. Every patron here recognised a good tussle forming when they saw one and this would be the fight of the century. Two drunken bums smashing the brains out of each other. And they didn't even need to pay to watch this spectacle. Even the barkeeper let it go -entertainment like this made his sales skyrocket and it was free for him, too.
Stools and tables were skillfully wedged aside as the two combatants confronted each other even before the first punch was thrown. Everybody hushed silent as the Jagara spoke to the human bum. This was the cue everybody had been waiting for as Johnny's arm rocketed towards Daemn's throat. People rose up and shouted in excitement as the battle broke out.
The only ones who weren't content with this were the prostitutes, for whom this free entertainment was direct competition to their business.
OOC Daemn, you are allowed to defend yourself in your post.
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Fish King Fashion Must Mirror The Almost Dead
That's my contribution to the great american poetry collection. Permission to use, DENIED.
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