"Yah!  Hit 'er again Maevus!"

"Teach the bloody slang a *hic* lesson!"

How typical of them all to be on his side, all shouting derogatory and slanderous remarks towards the armored woman, but not a single damned one she could understand as they were all nothing but drunkenly slurred.  Nevertheless, no matter how much they egged on their inebriated companion Maevus, he was about to be down for the count.  Talaran's fists continued to bash his face into a bloody, bruised mess of red and purple, his rotten teeth flying to and fro from his busted mouth and blood pouring from his nose a crimson river.  Finally, the man tried to deliver one final blow, but Talaran being the more superior fighter,she dove under his swing and gave her final blow right into his battered face with a sickening crack of his jaw in two.  

Soon, he fell before her like a downed cedar with a heavy thud against the floor.  [b]"That'll learn ye....ye smelly bastard."[/b]  Talaran breathed harsh and cracked her nose back in place with a pained grunt, wiping his filthy blood off her face and sitting down.  A shame, the fight must've scared off that beauty she was wooing a moment ago.  Oh well, the thrill of a good brawl made up for it.