Post by Wulfgar Fenrisulfr on Jul 16, 2011 11:44:33 GMT -6
Who's gonna fight for what's right?
Who's gonna help us survive?
We're in the fight of our lives
And we're not ready to die
Who's gonna fight for the weak?
Who's gonna make 'em believe?
No one could say that Screamers wasn't a happening place on Saturday nights. In fact, most of the time it could be said that a little TOO much action could be found. It was a dangerous crowd that ran the popular club and only a fool would enter it with intent on causing trouble. Humans and supernaturals alike could find themselves in the middle of a fierce battle if they weren't careful and only the truly insane wanted to piss off the Fenrisulfr boys or their loyal vanguard.
Which made the idiots currently prowling towards the front bar all the more obvious in a crowd full of fun loving party goers. Wulf had spotted them the moment they'd started trickling into the bar one by one and meeting up in two select little groups. A evil smile had spread across his stern features and he'd immediately given Tyreese the age old signal they'd developed for trouble.
Pushing away from the counter, the huge blond warrior had tossed back his whiskey, cracked his knuckles and headed across the floor to give his "guests" a welcoming party like they'd never seen before. Just what he was in the mood for. A few of these boys looked as if they might actually be a challenge instead of the normal cowardly fair that had come sulking in lately.
Sensing something big going down, the crowd immediately scattered around him as he stepped up to the biggest, baddest one fo the group. Crossing his arms, he stared directly at the man before drawling.
"Well, well.. What have we here? Someone forget to to you boys that its not jester night? Because I know you didn't just walk into my club packing heat and looking for trouble. No one does that and walks away."
Hissing, the big guy loomed forward and glared at him.
"We came for you, Wolf. Seems you pissed off someone and theres a big bounty on your head. Me and my friends... We thought we'd collect on it. You can't take us all."
Arching a brow, Wulf let a sinister smirk creep over his face.
"Now, that we might just have a difference of opinion on but... I'll let you keep your little fantasy. You evidently are as dumb as you are butt ass ugly." he retorted, letting those words sink in before continuing. "Turns out, I'm not really in the mood to be turning over my head for your convenience and you aren't the first jackass to try... and you certainly won't be the last... "
Growling with fury, his opponent flashed a wicked set of fangs and Wulf shifted his weight for the coming attack. As the were launched himself at him, the former warlord moved so fast that he became a blur. With brutal force, he caught his attacker by the throat and body slammed him to the floor. The wood creaked under the force of the blow but Wulf didn't have time to survey the damage. With a sharp snap of the creatures head, he disabled him and then felt another coming at his back.
Kicking out hard, he felt the impact of his boot against flesh and the crunch of bone as it broke ribs. All around him, howls and snarls rose up and he wondered vaguely just how many enemies had been stupid enough to step into his turf and expect to walk out alive. Oh yeah, no one could ever say Screamers wasn't a happening place on Saturday nights.
Who's gonna help us survive?
We're in the fight of our lives
And we're not ready to die
Who's gonna fight for the weak?
Who's gonna make 'em believe?
No one could say that Screamers wasn't a happening place on Saturday nights. In fact, most of the time it could be said that a little TOO much action could be found. It was a dangerous crowd that ran the popular club and only a fool would enter it with intent on causing trouble. Humans and supernaturals alike could find themselves in the middle of a fierce battle if they weren't careful and only the truly insane wanted to piss off the Fenrisulfr boys or their loyal vanguard.
Which made the idiots currently prowling towards the front bar all the more obvious in a crowd full of fun loving party goers. Wulf had spotted them the moment they'd started trickling into the bar one by one and meeting up in two select little groups. A evil smile had spread across his stern features and he'd immediately given Tyreese the age old signal they'd developed for trouble.
Pushing away from the counter, the huge blond warrior had tossed back his whiskey, cracked his knuckles and headed across the floor to give his "guests" a welcoming party like they'd never seen before. Just what he was in the mood for. A few of these boys looked as if they might actually be a challenge instead of the normal cowardly fair that had come sulking in lately.
Sensing something big going down, the crowd immediately scattered around him as he stepped up to the biggest, baddest one fo the group. Crossing his arms, he stared directly at the man before drawling.
"Well, well.. What have we here? Someone forget to to you boys that its not jester night? Because I know you didn't just walk into my club packing heat and looking for trouble. No one does that and walks away."
Hissing, the big guy loomed forward and glared at him.
"We came for you, Wolf. Seems you pissed off someone and theres a big bounty on your head. Me and my friends... We thought we'd collect on it. You can't take us all."
Arching a brow, Wulf let a sinister smirk creep over his face.
"Now, that we might just have a difference of opinion on but... I'll let you keep your little fantasy. You evidently are as dumb as you are butt ass ugly." he retorted, letting those words sink in before continuing. "Turns out, I'm not really in the mood to be turning over my head for your convenience and you aren't the first jackass to try... and you certainly won't be the last... "
Growling with fury, his opponent flashed a wicked set of fangs and Wulf shifted his weight for the coming attack. As the were launched himself at him, the former warlord moved so fast that he became a blur. With brutal force, he caught his attacker by the throat and body slammed him to the floor. The wood creaked under the force of the blow but Wulf didn't have time to survey the damage. With a sharp snap of the creatures head, he disabled him and then felt another coming at his back.
Kicking out hard, he felt the impact of his boot against flesh and the crunch of bone as it broke ribs. All around him, howls and snarls rose up and he wondered vaguely just how many enemies had been stupid enough to step into his turf and expect to walk out alive. Oh yeah, no one could ever say Screamers wasn't a happening place on Saturday nights.