Last Deal(II)

     "Ey, lookie here, boys! We's got two p*****s looking to join the club!" Someone shouted from the rather run-down saloon right after Az and Matt entered it, and right before a mug, full with what they presumed to be ale, flew on the general direction of their faces. Matt stepped to the side and let the mug meet the ground outside, then went to take his seat on the counter, unabashed by what just happened.

     "Well, I don't think they got the message." The same man from before said as he stood up, encouraged by his companions. "Ain't no p*****s allowed in this saloon, eh boys?" His companions cheered and agreed. "So we gots to teach these two a lesson for trespassing."

     The man, a huge brown-haired grunt covered in a thick layer of mud and dust, went to the counter and put his hand on Matt's shoulder.

     "Y'anna go first, p***y?" He asked, a grin in his face.

     "Sure. But if I win, you'll answer some questions...provided you are still alive, that is." Matt said slowly, while he removed the grunt's hand from his overcoat.

     "A prideful p***y! What a f*****g joke!" The man said, pulling Matt outside by the collar.

Matt didn't waste time. As soon as they were outside the saloon, he slithered away from his overcoat and, turning to a rather surprised grunt, threw a sucession of strikes against him. Two strikes against his throat, using three semi-closed fingers, a slap against the left ear, and a palm strike on the nose. The whole thing didn't take more than three seconds, and the grunt found himself on the ground, face down, completely disoriented.

     "Looks like I won, eh?" Matt said, lighting a cigarette and sitting on the stairs of the saloon.

     "That...urgh." The grunt said, trying to stand up to no avail.

     "Don't even try. You'll stay down for another good 10 minutes."

     "What do you want to know?" The grunt said, finally admitting defeat.

     "Why don't we start with your name?" Matt said, putting the f*g aside and letting the smoke flow out of his mouth.

     "Dick."

     "Must suck to grow up having that name, eh?" He smiled to himself.

 

(cont soon)