[i][color=999999][h2]A lowly alley, a fight occurs...[/h2][/color][/i]

Dagmar enjoyed experiencing delectable cocktails, in both long pristine glasses and shifty metal mugs. Usually they would be decorated with colourful and pointless straws as well small confectioneries painted artistically around the rim.

It must be said, however, that he had never enjoyed the particular mixture of grit and blood when it touched his pallet - especially when the taste is further soured by an aching jaw. Spitting out the dank grime and dark blood from between teeth, Dagmar picked himself up off the ground and scraped the dirt from the left of his face.

Lifting his head he felt a slight pull on the side of neck, he opted to massage the pain in his jaw and neck away in long rubbing motions. All the while he glared coldly at the tall and brawny problem that stood in front of him, along with its slightly shorter but equally beefy friend.

A fight was all that was missing from Dagmars stay on the outpost, and he relished the idea of beating these no good blind siders into the ground.

[color=8dc73f][i]"You two gonna play easy and let me knock you out one at a time?"[/i][/color] He smirked, mocking them both as they approached him under the dim light of the alley way. Foolishly he had left all of his blades in his rented room, but he still had his poisons and his trusty knuckle dusters to deal with this scum. Quickly closing the gap between himself and the two muggers, Dagmar ducked right at the leaders heaving left hook, then sidestepped past the flaying arms of his companion. Dropping a quick left jab into his face as he passed, blood decorated his fists once more.

Kicking out violently and with nothing held back, Dagmar heard a squelching crack as his boot crashed down on the shorter mans knee. With an exclamation of heresy and vile vocabulary, he teetered on his good leg for a moment, only for his friend to push past him. Dagmar smiled as the whelps face smacked into the filthy floor.

Very suddenly the thug was upon Dagmar, his bulging right arm firing a jab his way, but he was much too slow. Blocking with his palm and bending his knees, Dagmar swung his other arm around in an arc, nicely crushing into the fuckers teeth. Sprawling backwards the man grabbed at his mouth, wailing in anger and annoyance he charged forward.

As the thug was crying like a babe, Dagmar had dipped into the poison pouch and laced his hand with a thin covering of a narcotic tranquilizer. As the big man ran forward blindly, Dagmar ran to the right of him, pushing past his arm and slapped him hard across his bloodied face.

He turned to Dagmar, who stood calmly with his hands in his pockets, and began to laugh. Grabbing Dagmar and working up brutal swing, the man continued to laugh.
[i][color=8dc73f]"Night night, big guy."[/color][/i] Dagmar said steadily.

Just as the brutish fist came down toward Dagmar in his casual stance, the brutes eyelids drooped and his jaw slackened, his arms and legs became completely apart from his body. With a slight flick of the wrist, Dagmar pushed him onto his worthless arse. [i][color=8dc73f]"You boys be good now."[/color][/i] He called back to them as he strolled away from the scene, straightening his jacket and brushing the blood from its collar, he headed back to his room.