A GRAY, EYELESS THING WITH BITS OF METAL POKING OUT OF HIS HEAD ATTEMPTS TO SIT COMFORTABLY AT A TABLE WHILE THE REST OF THE PATRONS SMACK SHIT AROUND HIM.

ANOTHER BALD MAN, NOT THE BARTENDER OF THIS ABSOLUTE FAILURE OF AN ESTABLISHMENT, SLAMS HIS HEAD AGAINST THE TABLE’S SURFACE AND YELLS, “THE BLOOD OF THE WARRIORS FILLS ME WITH DESTRUCITY!”

UNBRIDLED RAGE BOILS WITHIN THE EYELESS BEING, WHO BEGINS TO TWITCH FEVERISHLY.

“NOW YOU WILL EXPERIENCE ALL UNPLEASANTRIES! I WILL BREAK YOUR SPINE, UNTIL YOUR CHILDREN ARE IN PAIN!”

EYELESS SCREECHES, SIMILARLY TO A BARN OWL, AND YANKS OUT ONE OF THE METAL SHARDS IN HIS HEAD, STABBING BALDY IN HIS HEAD BEFORE STANDING UPRIGHT AND JAMMING THE THING INTO HIS NECK. BALDY FALLS BACKWARD, A CRAZED SMILE ON HIS FACE, AND THE EYELESS BEING YANKS OUT TWO MORE SHARDS FROM HIS SCALP BEFORE CONTINUING HIS RAMPAGE.

MEANWHILE, THE BALD-TENDER HAS RECOVERED. HE STANDS UP, SHOTGUN IN HAND, AND VAULTS OVER THE BAR, WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD. HE RUNS OUT OF AMMUNITION MIDWAY THROUGH HIS CRUSADE, AND RESORTS TO RAW PUGILISM, BUILDING UP HIS ULTIMATE METER WITH SICK COMBOS AND THE OCCASIONAL TAUNT.