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Grey-scale answered Greg fairly promptly. His words were plainly stated, "We break out the prisoners." The quiet man drank another sips worth of his drink, and watched the expression on his comrade's face change. Greg laughed again, exclaiming, "Then we have first to get in jail! So option number one it is!"
A handful of the people in the back shouted back over, "Going against the police? You won't need them for a beating." The batch stood up and headed towards us, looking for trouble. The barkeep had headed into the back before the trouble was about to happen. One of the bunch said to Greg, "Your stupid laugh is fucking annoying."
The laughing giant next to Grey-scale simply turned and smiled to the fellows. "Well maybe it won't be so annoying if you fellah's had a few more drinks!" He laughed even louder than before, his bearded face turning red. Similar to Greg, one of the hooligans also began turning red... He was probably the most offended by the comment. A moment later, he began to pick up one of the chairs nearby to swing at the good-mannered man.
Before the chair was in motion, Greg rose up and plowed through the bundle of trouble-makers, in order to ram his boot into the chair-swinger's gut. The kick lifted him off the ground a bit, and the chair tumbled to the ground uselessly. Another member began towards Greg only to meet the man's massive elbow to the side of his head. A couple of them branched off to head after Grey-scale. The man in dark stood up, holding his glass. He paused a moment to assess the situation best, and then proceeded to ram the glass against the head of the nearby assailant. The glass broke, but did minimal laceration damage. The noise however ringed in the ear of the hit one, while the other approached. Grey-scale's arm came from the side, striking across the jaw. This was followed by a flurry of strikes, one after another, impacting on the upper chest and head of the victim.
Frequent customer and his counterpart continued their bombardment of pain upon the gang that attempted to pick a fight with them. It was only after a couple of them were bleeding from the nose that they decided to pack up and run away... mostly. Two of them were caught by Greg, and held there until the bartender returned.

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Grey-scale answered Greg fairly promptly. His words were plainly stated, "We break out the prisoners." The quiet man drank another sips worth of his drink, and watched the expression on his comrade's face change. Greg laughed again, exclaiming, "Then we have first to get in jail! So option number one it is!"
A handful of the people in the back shouted back over, "Going against the police? You won't need them for a beating." The batch stood up and headed towards us, looking for trouble. The barkeep had headed into the back before the trouble was about to happen. One of the bunch said to Greg, "Your stupid laugh is fucking annoying."
The laughing giant next to Grey-scale simply turned and smiled to the fellows. "Well maybe it won't be so annoying if you fellah's had a few more drinks!" He laughed even louder than before, his bearded face turning red. Similar to Greg, one of the hooligans also began turning red... He was probably the most offended by the comment. A moment later, he began to pick up one of the chairs nearby to swing at the good-mannered man.
Before the chair was in motion, Greg rose up and plowed through the bundle of trouble-makers, in order to ram his boot into the chair-swinger's gut. The kick lifted him off the ground a bit, and the chair tumbled to the ground uselessly. Another member began towards Greg only to meet the man's massive elbow to the side of his head. A couple of them branched off to head after Grey-scale. The man in dark stood up, holding his glass. He paused a moment to assess the situation best, and then proceeded to ram the glass against the head of the nearby assailant. The glass broke, but did minimal laceration damage. The noise however ringed in the ear of the hit one, while the other approached. Grey-scale's arm came from the side, striking across the jaw. This was followed by a flurry of strikes, one after another, impacting on the upper chest and head of the victim.
Frequent customer and his counterpart continued their bombardment of pain upon the gang that attempted to pick a fight with them. It was only after a couple of them were bleeding from the nose that they decided to pack up and run away... mostly. Two of them were caught by Greg, and held there until the bartender returned.