Tag: violent x 1

Brawl’gar is running a special on well drinks, a silver for swill, and as enticing as redirecting his rage into a bout of exhibitionist violence sounds, the place is packed and he’s not especially interested in waiting for the opportunity. It’s less effort to kill his liver and wallet instead.

There's enough waiting at the bar, anyway, swarming with brutality fetishists thirsty for scrapping and spirits both. When a space opens up next to him — the announcer whipping up the crowd about last call bets for a quite literal bout of tauromachy, Grimtotem on Grimtotem — a hulking Orc missing a tusk and sense of personal space leaps like a horny salmon into the spot, shouldering him brutishly.

“You got a problem?”

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