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"Alright you bastard! next time i ask for my money I'll skip the pleasantries... and get straight to the friggin point," a menacingly tall, boorish man, with a greasy mop of hair, slalked his way toward the corner of the pub. flanking his left and his right are seven other barbarians, each uglier than the last, but even larger. Their target was none other than the one known as Testament. calmly seated in the darkest corner of the room nursing his fourth Tequila, seemingly oblivious to the octect marching his way.
"Didn't you hear me boy?" shouted the barbarian, face flushed red with anger, now on a sprint towards Testament. in a blur he leapt to his feet and drew out a dirk which he deftly twirled in his hand and flung the blade at his menacer. with a surprised looke plastered on his face and a choked gurgle the barbarian fell to the floor, the blade sunk deep into his genitals. the pain bringing him into the realms of unconsciousness.
Testament laughed at the barbarian's now cautious posse and sat back down. his steel grey eyes never leaving them. "Do you like your love piston? then go away..." Dismissively he turned away from the group and ordered another Tequila, flirting with a nearby waitress and smiling broadly. the other barbarians quickly left the vecinity of Testament. as he began to hum an tune and size up the others in the bar.
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