Karl stirs to the sound of clucking, and fighting. Opening his eyes Karl finds himself face to face with a chicken, lifting his arm Karl pets the chicken gently it clucks quietly and settles down on his chest. Karl continues to pet the chicken as he turns his head to face the bar fight. Karl watches as Argus beats the crap out of three other Templars by himself, thats when the mug hit Karl in the face. Sitting up and taking off his leather chest piece Karl makes sure the chicken is comfortable before leaping into the fray. Punching, kicking, and yelling Karl ends up back to back with Argus,"So friend hows the fight?" He yells found enough for Argus to hear.