The "music" as these people called it, was really digging into Angron's skull as it pushed its way through his ears. Plus, this fruity piss they sell here wasn't helping his mood either. With his contact for this job a no show, Angron decided to drown himself in booze and probably wake up with someone he didn't know. Which was unlikely given that he was in full armor save fore the helmet that lay at his side. Giving a sigh, Angron tried to star a whole through his line of shots before some guy bumped into him and caused the drinks to shatter along the ground. 

[i]"Hey man! Wash were you goin!"[/i] With a snarl, Angron grabbed the shorty man by the face before violently slamming it into the counter of the bar. Leaving a souvenir of blood and broken teeth behind. As the man lay unconscious on the ground, Angron said "NOT in the mood." before buying himself another round out of the money he [i]found[/i] through the unconscious man's pocket. Now well into his fifth round, Angron was begining to feel the effects before the sounds of shouting entered his mind. 

Turning around in his bar stool, Angron was met face to face with a large Beowolf that didn't look too happy to see him. The beast made a low grumbling sound as its teeth were brought to bare. Meeting the Grimm's growl with his own roar, Angron smashed his head with the beasts and caused it to real back in surprise as much as pain. Slipping on his helmet with practiced ease, Angron pulled out the rectangle at his hip and sprang Gorechild to life. However before he could bring it down on top of the Grimm's head, Angron was tackled by a smaller but just as annoying Beowolf. 

The two tumbled for a bit before Angron found himself on his back with a face full of teeth in front of him. Raising his left arm, Angron blocked the bite that would have engulfed his head and greeted Gorechild with the beasts neck. Cutting into it like butter, the battle was soon over but the war was still on as he quickly rose to his feet and got into a combat stance to meet the big one. A brief stare down ensued as the two stood their ground. Then like a flash of lighting the two crashed together. With some quick maneuvering, Angron got the Beowolf into a head lock but accidentally dropped Gorechild in the chaos of the move. 

Undeterred, Angron flipped the blade up with his foot and dragged the Grimm's head into the blade as it whirred to life. Angron laughed the entire time as bone splinters and whatever the hell Grimm were made of flew through the air.