The elf just wanted to go to his favorite inn, and go to bed after an exhausting day of hunting. Little did he know, his anger and adrenaline would wake him up.
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Dragging my legs, I finally got into the town. I've been here before, but it's been a while. I just sold my kills, and now I'm heading toward the inn.
This inn is famous. It has a bar inside -like most inns- and is notable because there are always bar fights here. The bartender doesn't like the bar fights, for it is a lot of work to clean up and money to replace tables, however, he tolerates it because it brings business.
This inn is my favorite. The bartender likes to buy my kills for double the price, he says he feels terrible that I charge so little compared to other hunters. He says other people charge triple the money I charge. Maybe that's why people always like to buy my kills.
No bar is perfect, however. There is someone who often visits, maybe more often than I do, who is my enemy. He takes advantage of the bar fights to steal money from people by gambling and fights people for no reason. Of course, many people like him in this town, however, a lot of other people don't.
The bartender is a fascinating character. He's a wizard, and his tower is connected to the inn. You would think he would use his magic to help people or other things, but instead, he hides his power. He only uses it when fights get too out of hand.
The soil by the door is very dark. Another thing this bar is so popular. People come out bleeding and hurt, so people tend to try not to step on this dark, red soil.
I open the door to see a magical, flaming sword melting a table. Hearing the fiery sound of the blade, the bartender spun around from cleaning a glass. "I hope you enjoy gambling at this bar, boy because damage to furniture is against the rules,"
"Aw, poor bartender. Do you think I'm actually going to leave?" The owner of the flaming sword said.
"No," the bartender mumbled. "You never leave,"
All exhaustion left me as the man with the sword took a tankard of all from the floor. I have a feeling I'm not going to rest for a while.
"Hey stupid head, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I asked the dwarf.
Usually I wouldn't join or start a fight, but this guy has been getting on my nerves. Someone needs to teach him a lesson. Plus, I've got nothing but resting for the rest of the day, which isn't very long.
He turned toward me, and dumped the pint of ale onto the flaming table.
"You're not my own size, skinny elf," he replied.
"Ladies and gentlemen, either risk your life to watch this man become shame-faced, or be smart and leave," I said.
"You're not going to win, you're just a hunter," my enemy said as a few people left.
"You say that like it's a bad thing. At least I've got brains. You know how it goes, people who are big and strong are not the brightest, people who are skinny and weak are the smartest," I said.
He grunted with disapproval as we stared at each other menacingly.
He attacked first, running at me with his mace risen, swinging around in circles. Once he got close, he stopped swinging the mace and threw the deadly end at me. Easily I dodged it, and pulled out my daggers as the mace hit and crushed a table to my right. Unfortunately someone was sitting there, however they were already getting up to move out of our way, so they didn't get hurt.
As he struggled to pull it out, I snuck up behind him and was about to push him into the table, but he managed to pull out his mace and fell back before I got the chance.
Dodging him as he fell, I managed to give him a small cut on the shoulder.
"Ouch!" He shouted, rightening himself.
While he was distracted, I ran up to him, put my arms on his shoulders, and pushed.
Nothing happened.
Unexpectedly, he quickly pulled a dagger from his boot and threw it at me. I managed to move my head to the right, however, he nicked my ear a little.
A thump was sounded from behind me; I turned to see the dagger hit a dartboard exactly in the middle.
"Wow, I'm good," he said.
Taking out my daggers, I stepped to the right, ran behind him, and held my blades at his throat—all with the speed of lightning.
"Try to counter this, smartypants,"
I released him, paid for a room, then went to sleep in said room.
