Voda Vosa
First Post
Petron smiled and chuckled after the half elf display. "We were waitin' for ya." he said briefly. Taking the chair he was sitting at with one hand, he stepped up, and lift it over his head. About a couple of minutes ago, an idiot of a man had been bothering Kastra, trying to get laid. Now Petron had to prove himself worth. The day couldn't get better. With a swift motion, almost as natural as walking, Petron made the chair a powerful weapon, swinging it upper wards, connecting with the man's back, lifting him in the air a few inches. What followed was a small tavern brawl. The man draw a knife, but Petron had already a chunk of the chair, with which he made an excellent club. Quickhands whacked the man so badly, that he had to be taken to a temple. After the fight, he walks back casually, tossing the club to a side, before sitting again. "And that's how it's done."
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