Chapter 2: Battle in the Bar

Meanwhile in the city of Lyssandria, Lance begins his investigation…

“Okay, where should I start?  Lyssandria is so lively I don’t know where to begin. The market? Nah too crowded. There are too many eyes and ears around there, I doubt anyone would leak information over there," Lance verbalizes to himself.

'Hmm.. Well it IS a city so there’s bound to be some underground gangs hanging around in areas with a lesser concentration of people. Yeah that might be a good start.' 

*BAM!* 

Not being aware of his surroundings Lance bumps into a bald man with a hulking physique causing both of them to fall to the ground.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going you punk! What would you do if I was carrying a big crate of watermelons and they all fell over HUH?! What if that loss of inventory caused my shop to close down Huh?! You want me to live in the streets HUH?! Who would feed my family then HUH?!?! Do you think I want my daughter dropping out school to join a circus coz she can’t feed herself?!?!," the huge man grumbled as he angrily picked himself up off the ground

‘Wow I think this guy has a couple screws loose..’ Lance thinks to himself as he refocuses to the task at hand.

“Sorry about that sir, wouldn’t want that to happen. I was just deep in thought. Do you mind telling me if you know anything about the man in this poster? I believe he goes by the name ‘Hellhound’, and I hear he’s been causing a lot of trouble in this area.” Lance said as he brushes the dirt off of his pants and hands the grumbling man his poster.

As the stranger gazes at the poster his body language quickly changes and begins to turn pale..

“HUH?!?! You got a death wish kid? That guy is nothing but trouble. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” he replied with a sense of fear in his voice

“So you DO know about him! Come on old man, please tell me everything you know! I’ll even give you this large sack of coins! That way if you DO drop a crate of watermelons you won’t have to worry about feeding your family!,” Lance quickly replies with a grin, excited to finally have a lead on his guy.

“HUH?!?! YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE?! I DON'T HAVE ANY WATERMELONS, NOR DO I HAVE A FAMILY THAT NEEDS FEEDING! I’m telling you he’s baaad news. Get lost kid, no amount of money is worth getting my fingers chopped off!” The man yells as he quickly storms off into the distance.

‘What’s his deal?’

*GRUMBLE*

“Whew, alright might as well get some lunch, I believe I saw a bar a few blocks from here, maybe I can get some information there.”

 

The Lucky Maiden Bar: 2:32 PM

“Maaan, I’m starving! I can’t wait to chow down on some grub”

As Lance enters the bar he is approached by a beautiful young woman. Her wavy orange gold hair, complimented her hazel eyes and petite figure. She wears a lightly armored grey shirt with a burgundy short-skirt to go along with matching skin tight burgundy boots that go up to her knees.

“Hi! Welcome to the Lucky Maiden! My name is Carolyn, what can I get you today sir?” The young waitress says to Lance with a cheerful expression on her face

“What’s going on Carol, mind if I call you Carol? I’ll order in a minute. But first, can you tell me anything you know about the man in this poster?” Lance casually replies back as he hands her the sheet of paper

“Hmm. Hellhound eh, must be a real troublesome guy to have a name like Hellhound. I’ve heard some nasty rumors here and there, but I can’t say th-“

*SNATCH* 

Before Carolyn could finish her sentence, a tall man with greyish skin and spiky black hair snatches the poster from her hands. The man has a real menacing appearance with his studded black leather jacket and matching black pants to go along with black triangular tattoos on both the top and bottom his eyes giving him the look of a grotesque clown.

“Ohh what have we got here. Picking a fight with the boss? That’s a no-no.” The menacing man said as he takes out a lighter and burns up the poster.

The scene causes a panic within the bar..

“Oh s**t those are the Black Wolves, lets get out of here!”, says a man quickly making way to the exit.

  “I got a family to look after I can’t afford to get tangled up with these guys!,” another man shouts as he flees the bar.

“Heh. The name’s Knives, and these here are my boys. We’re the Blackwolves and Hellhound’s our boss see? Now, if you got business with the boss, you’ll have to go through us first,”  the man says with a menacing grin on his face.

"What’s your problem?! You sleazebags don’t just snatch things from the hands of a pretty lady such as myself,” Carolyn says, furiously reprimanding the man who interrupted her conversation with Lance.

“SHUT UP AND GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH B***H!” Knives yells as he pushes Carolyn to the ground

“B***h?? Sandwich?! NOW YOU’VE DONE IT!!,” Carolyn shouts in a furious rage as she gets up off the floor rushing towards Knives and giving him a punch to the face that sends him down to the floor in her place.

Knives stumbling to get up gets red with anger..

“Hey b***h that ACTUALLY HURT! You better hope that doesn’t leave a mark or you’ll rue the day! I’m gonna cut off those hands of yours and feed em to the dogs,”

Knives yells out as he proceeds to pick Carolyn up by the throat.

 

As he picks her up he begins to get a closer look at Carolyn's face.

“Hey you know what? Seeing you up close, you’re pretty easy on the eyes. Tell you what. How ‘bout I take you back to my place and make you my personal plaything! Yeah I’m gonna have a blast ton-!

*POW*

Before any harm could be done to Carolyn, Knives is sent flying across the room with a stunning hook to the left cheek breaking 4 tables in the process. 

Carolyn looks over at Lance who now has an intense look on his face.

“Carol are you okay? You aren’t hurt are you?,” Lance asks making sure she wasn't harmed by Knives and his thugs.

“No, I think I’m fine.” Carolyn replies back rubbing her throat.

Lance then looks back towards Knives with a ferocious glare

“Hey now where are your manners? You should really go apologize their big guy.”

Lance then looks back towards Carolyn

“Stand back Carol, these guys are mine! I’ll see to it these rejects don’t lay another finger on ya.” Lance assures her as he loosens up his arms and shoulders.

Carolyn begins to blush..

“O-Okay,” she says in awe of what she just witnessed.

‘He just sent this guy flying. Just who is he?,’ Carolyn thought to herself

“The name’s Lance Bladerunner scumbag, and I don’t take too kindly to cowards who lay their hands on innocent bystanders.”

‘Lance Bladerunner huh? Why does that name sound familiar?’ she continues to wonder to herself

Chatter can be heard within the bar..

“Whoa is that THE Lance Bladerunner?” 

“You mean the Disaster Child”? “

Let’s get outta here, I don’t wanna get caught in the middle of this.”

That’s when Carolyn remembered hearing that name before

‘That’s right! The Disaster Child! He’s all people been talking about recently. They say he’s liberated many villages in the area that have been ransacked by criminals. To think he’s about as young as me. This is why I wanna see the world! To meet more people like Lance.’

As Carolyn continues to think to herself, Lance sends one of Knives’ henchman flying, which as a result leaves a huge hole in the wooden wall as well as leaving many barrels and bottles of Booze shattered.

‘But they say whenever he fights it looks as though a tornado ran through the place causing thousands in property damage… well I guess nobody’s perfect.’

Knives gets up off the floor, wipes the blood off his cheek and the bar explodes into a frenzy

“You stupid piece of s**t! Don’t think you can mess with the Black Wolves and come out unscathed,” Knives yells as he rolls up his sleeves

“We’ll grind you into dust!" ; “Hope your bones are made of iron!" Two of his fellow gang members yell out cracking their knuckles

“Bring it on, I’ve been dying for some action!” Lance says with a huge smirk on his face

In the background screams can be heard of the people fleeing the bar..

“Ahh! Let’s Get the hell outta here!!!” one man yells as he rushes towards the exit

 “Ahh. My restauraunt is in ruins! Someone alert the authorities!” yells the bar owner as he witnesses his bar turn into a battlefield.

 

“Where the hell’s my beer d****t!” A drunk man says completely unaware of what's going on around him.

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE! WHICH SIDE WILL COME OUT ON TOP?