[center][h2]Brawl Buffet[/h2]

[i]Lucius Cypher[/i] 

Malakaus

Day 1, Morning[/center]

[color=00a651]”Get the hell out of here! I'll slow it down!”[/color] Malakaus spoke to his party as he faced off against his toughest enemy yet: a large rolling boulder. Some my scoff at how such an inanimate object could be a foe, but evidentially they've never been task to cleave one in half as it rolled towards them. All Malakaus had to stop this thing was his axe, and even then he knew it might not be enough. But with two of his friends wounded, they couldn't run fast enough. He was the only one who was expendable enough to do this. The boulder came at Malakaus faster and faster. He braced himself for its advance. He had to put everything he got into this swing. Soon the moment of truth came. Wild magics flowed through his body as Malakaus swung his axe at the boulder, magic energy crackling through the air as the boulder and his blade clashed.

[color=00a651]"WAAAAAAAARGH!"[/color]

[b][i]Waaaaargh![/i][/b]

And with a solid smack Malakaus reached over and turned off his cellphone alarm. He laid in bed for a few minutes drifting between asleep and awake, opening his eyes only to occasionally check the time. He closed his eyes for what felt like just twelve seconds when his alarm went off again. It was his five minute buzzer. Groaning the half-orc crawled out from under his sheets, slipped his slippers on, and walked towards the bathroom. He did his morning ritual of purging his body of waste, purifying his mouth of foul stains, and cleansing his body of filth. As he stood in his shower waiting for the warm water to turn on Malakaus looked at his cellphone to catch up on the morning news.

It's been a few days since Malakaus had sent his application to the Tower of Stars. He had given them the information they asked for, but he has not been asked to come to any sort of interview or orientation. He hoped that maybe they just needed time to look through his application: he did see a lot of people at their tower. He hoped he could join as a Knight. Because not only did being called Knight Malakaus sound totally badass,  it he was getting weary of the apprentice life. He had made a few friends and certainly learned a lot of magic, but he missed the company and camaraderie of a war band. He reminisced on his old crew in Krumpus Bay, how they ruled the streets and would ride on their enemies. Those were better days.

But enough dwelling on the past. Malakaus went to put on his street clothes, which largely consisted of thick dark green pants, leather black boots, arm wraps, and no shirt. This revealed his scars and tattoos for all to see, though understandably some establishments don't approve of this casual display of glory. So he also wore a jacket. The last thing he did was braid his long hair, which really is what what took the most time. Chances are those Knights at the Tower were going to make him cut his hair, so he wanted to enjoy them for as long as he could.

Once he was dressed Malakaus headed out. He'll need to grab breakfast for his busy day. To that end, there was a strip mall just across the street of the apartment he lived at. Plenty of food to pick from, mostly Asian dishes consisting of noodles, rice, and seafood. But it was a taste that reminded Malakaus of home. What also reminded him of home was the gangsters that hung out here. Krumpus Bay had its problems, but it wasn't the only place with gang influence. Malakaus lived in Paj Zoov Yaj territory: a predominantly human gang. Malakaus hasn't really run into any of them, but they're certainly more noticeable than the Goroshi Corporation. They openly flaunt their association with the gang, and use that to extort and threaten locals. That being said, compared to another gang trying to control this area, the Paj Zoov Yaj was a lesser of two evils.

Just walking in from the opposite side of the courtyard was another gang. They were the 40K; a multiracial gang. One would think that a gang that used so many different races together would be a far more accepting one, but looks were deceiving. Taking from the bottom rung of society, the 40K took the worse the city had to offer and gave them the power and authority to terrorize anyone they could outmuscle or outnumber. This group looked mostly fae, with an two orcs and some sort of flaming elemental in the mix. Malakaus just got his breakfast when that group and the local toughs confronted one another.

While it was a bit earlier than usual, Malakaus knew exactly what was going to happen. People started to clear out or turn away, shops started closing their doors. Usually things didn't get violent. This was not one of those times. One of the orcs threw a punch and all hell broke loose. Bystanders quickly left the scene while the two gangs brawled it out, using everything from tables, chairs, decorative plants, and silverware to kill each other.

Malakaus stayed so he could finish his noodles.

The fight was brutal and short. Police came within five minutes but by then the fighters were already gone, taking their wounded before anyone could get arrested. At least one guy got killed from what Malakaus could tell. At least, people people don't survive getting a ficus shoved through their eye. Part of him wished he could've jumped into that fight, but that's just make him the enemy of both gangs. The Paj Zoov Yaj didn't like “Muties” (I.e. Other races) and the 40K were dishonorable scum who have sold their family and morals away. What he wished was that the Goroshi Corperation extended their influence to this place, make it into a proper night market. But for now he could only dream.

Malakaus paid for his breakfast and grabbed a bottle of water to wash it down with. Malakaus figured that he'd ought to do some window shopping for weapons and armor if he was going to be a knight. All he had for weapons was his rifle and his Anytool. He wouldn't mind a nice set of protection, or maybe even power armor. Though he didn't exactly have the funds for something that advanced. As he was daydreaming Malakaus turned into a hallway bumped into someone.

[color=00a651]”Sorry. Scuzi.”[/color]

Malakaus tried to walk around but then a hand grabbed him. Looking at the fool, it was those 40K goons from before. They seemed no worse for wear despite the thrashing they gotten, however the elemental they were with seemed to be using magic to patch up their wounds.

“What's this? A little brother lost?” Said one of the orcs. He was a pure blood orc, and bigger than Malakaus.

[color=00a651]”I ain't your brother. Get out of my way.”[/color]

This got Malakaus shoved against the wall as the other goons got to their feet. One of the Ogeron’s started talking. ”I bet you saw that fight. So you're pretty fucking retarded if you think you can talk to us with that kind of attitude.” With a quick glance Malakaus counted eight total. Five Ogerons, two orcs, and their flaming healer. Good odds.

[color=00a651]”I saw you clowns get your shit handed to you. Let me go, I got stuff to do today!”[/color] 

The orc pinning Malakaus to the wall grabbed Malakaus by the threat and lifted him up against the wall. It actually hurt. Malakaus reached up and started to pry his fingers off from around his neck, forcing the orc to use both hands as he tried to squeeze tighter.

“And what's a little fucker like you got that's so important?” 

Malakaus smirked, and when he had enough air he said a one liner he's always wanted to say in a situation like this. [color=00a651]”Taking out the trash!”[/color] Slamming his free hand against the wall behind him, magic crackled from the point of contact. Suddenly four pairs of stone fists shot out from the wall and pummeled the orc, freeing Malakaus and causing the others to back up. Standing back to his feet the half-orc thug cracked his knuckles and loosed the joints in his neck. Malakaus smiled at the thugs as the orc he sent flying got back to his feet. [color=00a651]“I guess I'll go easy on y'all. I got a busy day.”[/color] Malakaus turned his fists into stone as the 40K gang charged at him.