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Lewis looked at that small gaggle of jackasses who heard his not-so-glorious clarion call. The fact he could count his party on one hand was a bit worrying but he still had plenty of time to wait and gather more. Hopefully the next guy to come in would have friends who came along.

“Alright people,” Lewis pulled down his hood, letting loose his hair and looked at those gathered in their eyes, “This is a start. We’ll wait a bit longer to see if anyone shows up and leave tomorrow at–“

“WHERE IS THIS “LOOSE BATTON SIGN-EASY”?” the of the tavern was kicked down as a group of tough looking warriors burst in, axes and spears in had. One of them even had a lasblaster but judging by how he was holding it backwards clearly didn’t know how to use it, “BY ORDER OF WARLORD SKTROK, WHERE IS HE?”

With a deft hand, Lewis’s hood went back over his head as he hunched over the table, his drink now very, very interesting to him all of a sudden. The man grumbled over the butchering of his name but new that those warriors would slaughter more than just his name if they found him. 

They were tribal warriors of the Wallord whose daughter got what men in Clothing call a “price check” from Lewis. Clearly out for blood, they began to harass other tavern members and the bartender, staying away from the Meat Vikings who were decked out in their religious iconography; one of them boasting a skull with the words “man eater” on it.

“Alright, here’s the plan.” Lewis quickly whispered as one of the warriors came near, “When I say run, all of you follow me out and we make a break for it. If you don’t make it, then that’s on you. Then you’ll hope that someone else will be willing to pick you up, something I doubt is very likely with the warriors around and given that you will be seen with me, you’ll get to meet Sktrok. I hear he enjoys the sound of crushing people’s skulls with his barehands.”

Stepping up, Lewis surrendered himself and was immediately gruffly frog marched over the champion in charge of the search party.

“No need to chain me,” Lewis submitted, “I’ll come quietly.”

With a huffing smile, the champion ordered Lewis to give him his weapons. The Bargain Hunter scuffed but wasn’t in any position to offer a counter. He placed his gun on the hands of the much larger man then suddenly jammed his forearm into the champion’s mouth and punched the jaw to bite his forearm.

“AHHGGGGGRRRRR!!!” Lewis cried out as he yanked his arm out as the champion recoiled from the surprise punch, “HE’S A MAN EATER!”

In a whirlwind of confusion, an axe found itself lodged into the back of the man’s skull. Lewis had judged the Meat Vikings to be a particularly zealous bunch and it seemed like his gamble worked. A handful of men just as large if not larger than the tribal warriors got up and brandished their meat cleavers and charged in. Blades and fists flew and soon the entire tavern was engulfed in a bar fight as stray shots and flying fists hit others who joined the fray.

Picking up his gun, Lewis shouted at his party, “Come on! Move it you bastards!” Dodging and ducking, Lewis bobbed and weaved his way out, shooting Jewelry department “Gansta Boy” who dove at him with a golden dagger. Picking it up and examining, Lewis decided it was of good enough value to keep as he ran out of the tavern, again barking for his companions to follow.

Stumbling out, more than a bit roughed up, the man spotted an Automotive Mercuries pulling in to the lot outside, blissfully unaware of the chaos within the tavern. Running up to him, Lewis apologized, “Sorry, kid. Nothing personal.”

Before the young man climbing out of his car could reply, Lewis punched him square in the face before slamming his head into the dashboard of his custom golf cart and rolled him on to the ground. Spotting the key was still in the ignition, Lewis blared the horn which only produced a very strange fog horn sound at his companions to pile on, “Come on! Get in, we’re getting the fuck out of here!”

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OOC NOTES: 
Welcome to the Wal-World IC!
I told you that this RP would hit the ground running didn’t I?
Your objective right now is to fight through the chaotic bar fight and get out to the golf cart Lewis highjacked. Feel free to write in any small fight your character might get into on the way out but do resolve them quickly as time is running out before Lewis drives off! Clocku the GM and Magnificent Meme Master

Two pairs of eyes peered into the garage, accompanied by appropriate sound effects, "Jiiiiiiii--"

"Nene, Izumi." One of them loudly whispered.

"Yes Izuki?" The other replied.

"Should we go in Izumi?"

"Izumi doesn't know. Izumi thinks they look like weirdos..."

"Izuki thinks so too. Izuki thinks we should leave."

"Izumi thinks so too. But the tanks are cool."

"They are actually but still."

The twin pair of heads nodded in agreement and began to tiptoe their way out. However, their legs were in too much of an agreement and they promptly fell over each other and rolled into the door way, in sight of the four already in the garage. Cursing in unison, the twins attempted to untangle themselves and make a hasty get away, but the damage had been done. Their cover was blown and they just looked awkwardly at the other girls and in unison attempted to make small talk as they tried to roll away, still tangled, "Y-yo... nice... weather? Tanks?"

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