"I don't think so, bastard. You picked the wrong people tonight." The bravado would be amusing if I were back to myself and this were just for sport, but tonight's purpose is as serious as death.
"To the contrary, I picked the exact person I need." I smile easily as the branch goes sailing. I take a few more steps forward towards the bartender, but spare a glance back to Lucien---
Mistake. A human one. Iago's fist connects with my face. With force. The sharp pain explodes across my face, and there are flashes in my eyes. "Cursed human body!" I roar, clapping a hand over my what must now be broken nose. Another human mistake; the inebrated bartender gets in quite a few blows to my middle while I am re-setting my nose. He's lucky I am distracted, but I can tell he's not quite as sure on his feet, and although he has a hell of a punch, they are somewhat sloppy and slower than they should be.
"You drunken son of a bitch! That's quite enough!" I bellow, then take a swing at his jaw, it connects It's a lucky punch. Between the right placement and his condition, Iago spins around with the force of the blow. Bring my foot up and kick him in the lower back. He goes stumbling, then sprawling.
"Let's get you out of the way, shall we?" I pick up the tree branch, and take aim for the back of his head.
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Date: 2012-04-04 02:43 am (UTC)"To the contrary, I picked the exact person I need." I smile easily as the branch goes sailing. I take a few more steps forward towards the bartender, but spare a glance back to Lucien---
Mistake. A human one. Iago's fist connects with my face. With force. The sharp pain explodes across my face, and there are flashes in my eyes. "Cursed human body!" I roar, clapping a hand over my what must now be broken nose. Another human mistake; the inebrated bartender gets in quite a few blows to my middle while I am re-setting my nose. He's lucky I am distracted, but I can tell he's not quite as sure on his feet, and although he has a hell of a punch, they are somewhat sloppy and slower than they should be.
"You drunken son of a bitch! That's quite enough!" I bellow, then take a swing at his jaw, it connects It's a lucky punch. Between the right placement and his condition, Iago spins around with the force of the blow. Bring my foot up and kick him in the lower back. He goes stumbling, then sprawling.
"Let's get you out of the way, shall we?" I pick up the tree branch, and take aim for the back of his head.