A bustling hell hole seated amidst the multitude of cities backed by some group of fools who work unknowingly under the thumb of a group of old farts with more personal plans than they'd admit too. That was Niyol's first impression of Motor City, and the more vehicles he saw the worse that impression got. Looking around, the shirtless man with medical bandaged wrapped around his abdomen spotted a bar that may hold the only actual thing he could possibly care for in this bloody place... Taiyaki. The man walked through a crows of douches on their load ass machines who tried looking tough. One of which felt it smart to stand in front of his way, crossing his massive, muscular arms while blocking Niyol's path. "Hey chump, ya'know there's an entry fee." the man said in a gruff voice, his handle bar mustache moving kept him distracted from caring about the words. "Begone from my path." Niyol said in an unamused tone, the cold, dead, dull, dark purple eyes locking with the biker's dark brown ones. "Heh! Hey boys, we got ourselves a badass over here." the man said with an arrogant grin about him. Four other men began walking to the large man's back, each wielding black jacks or brass knuckles. "One who converts a duel into an attempted slaughter is but a coward. Have you no male parts, or are they merely not grand enough for you to engage me in combat alone?" Niyol teased, a slight smirk growing on the storm's face.
The demonic scar under Niyol's left eye turned a dark shade of red, the color flowing like water in a creek as if moved down behind his jaw, down the back of his neck, then onto his back. A much larger scar that had the bottom half covered by medical bandages turned the same color before flowing off to a second part of the proverbial creek that lead up the right side of his back, and spiraled down his right arm landing on the face of a demon scarred onto the back of his hand. At the sight of this, the four men who came to back up their leader began moving backwards slowly. Each knew better than to toy with someone who obviously wasn't a normal human. Their leader however felt his pride take a massive blow from Niyol's words, and balled up a brass knuckle capped fist. The thick arm flew out, slamming into Niyol's left upper chest and causing a loud thud to be heard. Niyol hadn't bothered moving to stop it, his expression remained blank even after he was hit. Niyol then crossed his right arm over his stomach and made a slashing motion with it. Blood dripped from the tip of his fingers and the large man with a stupid mustache backed away staggering, holding his chest as a large, crimson line was drawn diagonally across it. Niyol stepped forwards and grabbed the man with his left hand, holding the man's left side and gave a hard shove to Niyol's left. The man flew a few inches off the ground, landing square on his little reverse harem's bikes while still holding his chest. The four other men all moved aside, holding their hands up to show they weren't armed as Niyol walked past and into the bar to order his fish shaped, red bean paste filled treat. The patrons of the bar all grew quite when he walked in as many had seen what just happened through the glass windows. "Barkeep, I'd like ten Taiyaki please, and no further interruptions from your customers." he said calmly while making his way to a table that was unoccupied. The others in the bar, having realized they get to live if they don't fuck with Niyol and his Taiyaki all resumed their conversations and drinking. |
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