Post by Djinn on May 28, 2014 11:59:04 GMT -5
The impact never came, however, as Berk had returned from the privy and walked up behind the guy harassing his friends; his massive hand closed over the head of the sledgehammer, stopping the swing in it's tracks. Though his punch had flown well enough, Henry was surprised when his bulging arm's effort to swing his hammer yielded nothing; then he looked behind him, his expression was briefly one of surprise before returning to the outraged look he'd worn just moments before. Before either could speak, however, there was a distinct clicking noise from behind the towering gyojin that drew his gaze around to see what it was. "You don't wanna do that, bud." There were two men behind him: a lanky one wielding a six-shooter as he smoked a cigarette from underneath a wide-brimmed hat, and another one wearing rough clothes made of animal hides, the second one held a curved knife with a massive blade in his hand. The smoking cowboy was the one speaking, but that was just the start. "Hammer" made his move, and using the haft of his hammer as a lever he flung himself upwards into a backflip, then locked his feet behind the Tigershark-man's head. He pulled forward with his legs, causing Berk's massive frame to buckle and fall forwards, smashing the table everyone was sitting at under an avalanche of fish-flesh!
Hammer pulled himself out from under Berk's legs and kicked himself back up onto his feet, seizing his sledge as he stood with his fellow hunters; meanwhile the Sea-Tiger Captain was pushing himself back up off the ground, smashing one of the fragments of table with his fist in a fit of frustration. The two drunks Vanos had brought with him were trying to look tough, but these three assholes didn't seem worried. The cowboy, 'Pecos' Bill held his pistol pointed at the Musician; "Don't get no ideas about trying to run, now. We recognize your picture well enough, 'Thunder Note', and we don't let bounties get away." Berk scratched his head; "Wait a minute... You're looking for this guy?!" Berk turned and pointed towards his new friend the musician, who was honestly kind of the last guy he expected to be a wanted pirate; "What does that make you?!" Bill chuckled, "Why, we're legends amongst our kin; The Tall-Tales of the Obsidian League."
Berk had heard of those guys before, remembering almost being killed by the last of them he'd run into, Samson. "Bounty Hunters?! Well then you're definitely out of luck! You idiots are going to have to go home empty handed..." Berk drew forth his anchor and readied himself for combat, the three hunters did the same and everyone not planning on fighting made a break for the door while the getting was good. This caused a jam by the entrance and flooded the bar with noisey yells and cries of those frightened by the prospect of violence. This small inn was about to get shaken up, to say the least. But outside, the ruckus caused by the mass exodus had gotten the attention of the final two members of the Tall-Tale Hunters...
Hammer pulled himself out from under Berk's legs and kicked himself back up onto his feet, seizing his sledge as he stood with his fellow hunters; meanwhile the Sea-Tiger Captain was pushing himself back up off the ground, smashing one of the fragments of table with his fist in a fit of frustration. The two drunks Vanos had brought with him were trying to look tough, but these three assholes didn't seem worried. The cowboy, 'Pecos' Bill held his pistol pointed at the Musician; "Don't get no ideas about trying to run, now. We recognize your picture well enough, 'Thunder Note', and we don't let bounties get away." Berk scratched his head; "Wait a minute... You're looking for this guy?!" Berk turned and pointed towards his new friend the musician, who was honestly kind of the last guy he expected to be a wanted pirate; "What does that make you?!" Bill chuckled, "Why, we're legends amongst our kin; The Tall-Tales of the Obsidian League."
Berk had heard of those guys before, remembering almost being killed by the last of them he'd run into, Samson. "Bounty Hunters?! Well then you're definitely out of luck! You idiots are going to have to go home empty handed..." Berk drew forth his anchor and readied himself for combat, the three hunters did the same and everyone not planning on fighting made a break for the door while the getting was good. This caused a jam by the entrance and flooded the bar with noisey yells and cries of those frightened by the prospect of violence. This small inn was about to get shaken up, to say the least. But outside, the ruckus caused by the mass exodus had gotten the attention of the final two members of the Tall-Tale Hunters...