"Barkeep, a pint of your finest ale if you please!"
Seth's ale was given to him quickly and Seth started to pass the money to the Barkeep.He picked up the pitcher and tilted it towards his lips. As the liquid passed into his mouth Seth let just enough in to fill his cheeks, it tasted wonderful. Just as his money was about to reach the barkeeps hands he snatched it away and sprayed his face with the ale.
"You call this your finest ale?I wouldn't serve to a horse!It tastes utterly terrible!"
With the word terrible three men got up from their stools and rushed him, one at his left side, two from his right. But Seth was ready. A fist flickered out through his cloak and straight into one of the men on his right side's belly, winding him. The man on his left came rushing forward and Seth turned, his right hand grabbing the mans face, his hand up his nostril, his left grabbing the mans hip. He then swept the man over using his left foot and brought his right knee into the man's groin.
He looked at the final man, their eyes met and for about half a second they stared at each other, then the man bolted out of the bar.
Seth stood still and waited, the man would be one of the group hoping to ensnare him, so would not want any trouble from the town gaurd asking where he was running so fast. No, they would want to escape via back routes, prefably through an alley. Seth moved closer to the window at the side of the bar and hid out of view.
On the sound of footsteps coming past Seth crouched down, then jumped through the window, crashing into the man in mid air. Grabbing him around the neck he pinned him to the ground, crushing his arms with his kness.
Seth did not start with the usual screaming and shouted the man expected, this man was obviously a grunt and not a thinker, he wouldn't be told anything. Instead he asked question's that would help him out practically.
"Where was i to be taken?"
The man gulped, thought back to what this single man did to his freinds and vowed to tell the truth to him.
"Here," he stammered.
A shadow passed across Seth's line of site and he saw three hooded men standing over him. In their hands they each held a short sword. They were obviously prepared for the job, knowing that anything longer than their chosen weapons would be useless in such an alley, but a dagger would not have enough strength behind it.
The leader of the three stepped forward and started speaking to Seth.
"Tut, tut, tut. You're getting predictable in your old age Seth, it is not very becoming of you" He then grasped the hilt of his sword and started to bring it down to Seth's head,knocking him down and out
Edited by Pastinator, 04 September 2006 - 04:32 PM.
