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Faldtis had already heard the scrape of several chairs being pushed back, and whirled around to see the four men, all reasonably burly from work at sea, approach with grim smiles. Faldtis backed up until he was standing next to Eskil.
"Why don't we deal with these bastards first, then we can have our little duel?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the men that approached. One, with a crooked nose, seemed to have his eyes on Faldtis. Without warning, crooked nose charged, shouting in a drunken slur as he wound up a punch that would have knocked Faldtis senseless. Stepping back, he let the man's own weight work against him as he punched the man in the gut as he stumbled, then pushed him back up on his feet to send him sprawling into a table with a right hook.
"Try not to spill any-" Faldtis' taunt was cut off as one of the man's large companions tackled him to the ground. Weighing considerably less, Faldtis hit the floor hard, with his assailant on top and swinging wildly. Faldtis' hand scanned the floor nearby to find something, anything, to get this drunken behemoth off of him. His hand suddenly clasped around a metal tankard, and grabbing the handle, he struck the man hard in the face with his new, makeshift weapon, all while the punches poured down. The other two fisherman ignored Faldtis and instead advanced on the dragonborn that wielded a chair leg like he was sparring with a student, not in a dingy dockside tavern fighting drunken fishermen.
"Why don't we deal with these bastards first, then we can have our little duel?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the men that approached. One, with a crooked nose, seemed to have his eyes on Faldtis. Without warning, crooked nose charged, shouting in a drunken slur as he wound up a punch that would have knocked Faldtis senseless. Stepping back, he let the man's own weight work against him as he punched the man in the gut as he stumbled, then pushed him back up on his feet to send him sprawling into a table with a right hook.
"Try not to spill any-" Faldtis' taunt was cut off as one of the man's large companions tackled him to the ground. Weighing considerably less, Faldtis hit the floor hard, with his assailant on top and swinging wildly. Faldtis' hand scanned the floor nearby to find something, anything, to get this drunken behemoth off of him. His hand suddenly clasped around a metal tankard, and grabbing the handle, he struck the man hard in the face with his new, makeshift weapon, all while the punches poured down. The other two fisherman ignored Faldtis and instead advanced on the dragonborn that wielded a chair leg like he was sparring with a student, not in a dingy dockside tavern fighting drunken fishermen.