Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-768817-20141218183721

Vance attempted to open the back door, but it was locked. A man swung at him, thinking he was someone else, Vance sidesteped and the blow grazed his arm. He grabbed the man and punched him once, swiftly, in the gut, causing the man to collapse. Seeing his friend beaten, a second drunkard came at Vance, hitting him in the jaw. Vance staggerd, and in retaliation, brought his elbow across the man's cheekbone, then struck him in the ribs, while he was crouched from the blow. The man collapsed to his knees, and Vance kicked him, again in the ribs, laying him in a fetal position on the dirty, damp barroom floor.

Working his way towards the front exit, Vance glanced into the room behind the bar, his curiousity piqued, more by the lack of gun fire, than the strange circumstances, and the stranger assailant.