Fun fact this is my first original story so like...enjoy...
In the heart of North Africa, the Zarafa Tribe thrives, living in harmony with nature and the wildlife around them. One fateful day, a boy named Kairo is born with a unique tattoo of a roar...
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"Bros Bar?" Kairo says
"Corny." Ritsia says
"Well they've got the ale we need." Kairo says stepping in alongside the others, They look around and see well the usual bar patrons, Kairo spots the bartender and walks over, "Yo we need some ale."
"Kifaru Ale, Zarafa Ale, Mbweha(stay tuned for these sneaky mfers) and Riosuken Ale." The vendor says
Kairo turns to Han, "Which ale we need?"
Han shrugs, "We should get them all." Ritsia says
"Bitch with what money?" Kairo asks
"True." Ritsia says
"Look we don't have any money, but we really need that ale." Kairo says
"You come into my place of business without any money? Tch take a hike kid." He says
"Look man we need that Ale, just a little of it it's not like you're missing out on much." Kairo says
"Kick. Rocks." The Bartender says
Kairo sighs and grabs the guy by the throat lifting him easily, "Wanted to do this the easy way but no." Kairo says his eyes glowing, "You've just pissed me off."
"AYE!"
Kairo turns:
"Let big Jimmy go." The man says
"Chill out we don't want any problems we just want some ale." Kairo says
"You let Jimmy down!" The man shouts
Kairo drops Jimmy, "Look we don't want any trouble." Kairo says
"Too late for that," the man growled, swinging a fist at Kairo.
In a flash, Kairo ducked and countered with a swift jab of his spear, knocking the man back.
The bar erupted into chaos as the patrons rushed at them. "Never been in a bar fight." Han says
"I have." Ioh says
Ioh drew his three swords, He parried an attack from one patron, then spun and slashed at another.
Han, with his daggers and arrows, moved gracefully through the fray, disarming opponents and striking with pinpoint accuracy.
Ritsia danced through the fight, her swords and knives flashing. She deflected blows and struck with lethal efficiency, her expression calm and focused.
