[hr][center][h2][color=7ea7d8]Tempum City (K7), The True Ruler[/color][/h2][/center]
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He slowly tipping the rest of the drink into his mouth before turning to Rozzlo, who would apparently be his axe throwing companion.
[color=007236][b]"Come, let us throw axes."[/b][/color] He said to him.
Not that Mougin knew much about throwing axes.
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The official axe throwing competition was still a little less than an hour away, but Bradly didn't seem to care. He stood tall, watching with glossy eyes, as Mougin and Rozzlo made their way. Despite both of them being taller than Bradly, he continued to look high and mighty with his arms crossed and a face smirking. 

In the throwing lane to the right of Bradly, there were two average looking men, one with a bald head and another with red hair. They hung their axes on the wall at the sight of Mougin and Rozzlo getting closer. They obviously didn't want any part of whatever was about to happen. The man Bradly had snatched the axe from was apparently friends with the others, because he too started to walk away.

The black haired, ponytailed man didn't get far before Bradly shouted at him. [b][i]"Hey, where do you think you're going!?"[/i][/b] The man stopped in his tracks but didn't turn around right away. "Yeah, you hear me." The man sighed, clenched his jaw, and turned to give Bradly a blank stare. [b][i]"I need a partner, and you were throwing alone. So you're with me."[/i][/b]

The man spoke in a calm tone as he tried to talk his way out of it. [b][i]"My throwing partner's in the can. We're already registered."[/i][/b]

[b][i]"I'm sure your partner won't care if I take his spot for today. If he does, I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement."[/i][/b] Bradly had a reputation around this bar, around every bar really. Get into a scruff with him, and you'd end up in the hospital, on the brink of death for at least a week or two. 

The man sighed again and nodded. He took a swig from his mug and walked back to Bradly's side. By this time, Mougin and Rozzlo had claimed the empty lane. Side by side, they took up the entire width of the lane, plus some. 

[b][i]"Hey, Lonny!"[/i][/b] Bradly barked at a man who was sitting on a nearby high stool. The man named Lonny was wearing a black and white striped shirt, a referee's shirt. [b][i]"Let's get this thing started!"[/i][/b] Bradly ordered. 

[b][i]"Fine."[/i][/b] The bald man answered through his large brown beard. His belly jiggled as he stepped off his stool. He walked closer, half empty beer in hand. [b][i]"Everyone know the rules right?"[/i][/b] He huffed.