Well here u go:
I take a long drink and am about to set the tankard down on the table as the door crashed inward crushing into the back was. The shock wave of the sound slamming into the ears of everyone in the room and shaking the beams above me. As two soldiers walking in with stretched eyes, dark with rings covering their under lids of their eyes, sags showing ones age and the dirt, representing the long ride from the capital, covers their faces like the paint women wear to make their skin smooth. The stench of the rich alcohol becomes again apparent as the open door lets the fresh icy teeth of the cold rush in and bite me like a ravenous wolf. The men split and walked towards me one on the left of the table one on the right, and as they approached I attempted to stand and give the proper greeting but am stopped by the elder soldier with a wave of his hand.
“What can I do for you gentlemen?” I said keeping as calm as best I could with a smile on my face. They were here to take me back to the capital. That was not going to happen.
“You don't need to know just come with us or there will be trouble.” the elder said standing beside the table holding his crossbow at his waist in a non offensive way. While the younger soldier approached pointing his crossbow from the waist at me more in a defensive way for security sake then an actual threatening way. Silence engulfed the small room, just like the cold from outside had a moment before.
“Well did you hear him or are you just deaf, answer!” the younger said in a half yell and before the other soldier could stop him, he hit me with the butt of his crossbow trying to get me to answer. I took the blow, pain flowing freely from my shoulder into my brain, but it was only a bruise, the soldier was weak. Before the young inexperienced soldier could get back to defend himself I acted, raising my arm as if in pain but bring down my clenched fist on the chairs fount right leg breaking it in half. This threw the chair off balance, and using that momentum threw the chair into the younger soldier curling under it as it flew over me. In a flash I pushed against the floor using the force to kick one of the legs of the table forcing it to spin into the elder soldier crippling him allowing gravity to pull him to the ground, swiftly grabbing the broken leg using the now spiked weapon on one side into the soldier under the chair letting the crimson fluid flow out of his eye socket. Then pulling it out turned and threw it at the elder, who was trying to get up at this time, knocking him out. Standing, I turned to the bar behind me setting the dead soldier's bag of gold on the counter, holding more then enough to pay for the chair and the mess, then turned and walked out into the cold air closing the heavy door behind me.
