My Bar

[Z3R0]

Looking at Blue Bleeder Zero thinks to himself, <Hard to believe you're one of mine>. Walking up behind Beast, he picks him up by the collar of his tunic and lifts him off the ground. "Someone forgot to imform you, what happens in the bar is complety differant from what happens in the arena. And besides, this Is a bar, so practicly anything you do is going to start a brawl." Zero notices a patron across the room looking at him. "You, there, with the mug of ale, in the green tunic, and with the now shocked and slightly fearful look on your face. Yes, you. You were looking at me just then? No one looks at me like that..." Setting Beast down, Zero picks up a chair and sends it flying across the room towards the man, who just barely rolls out of the way in time. As the chair smashes to splinters against the wall, Zero laughs and turns back to Beast. "See what I mean?" Chuckling to himself, Zero goes and asks the bartender for a mug of winter ale.