"Uhm... Are you sure we shouldn't do anything?," the Sprite frowned, a question more aimed at the people around her than the guy who was actually fighting. Were some of the random bystanders were enjoying the public brawl slash wrestling match, Liliy was worried that her newfound friend might get hurt -- especially given the Halfling's coment about 'only dragging him out if he could no longer fight'.

Gabriel charged forth, the Chef successfully planted his hands on Gabriel's shoulders as he began dragging Gabriel down. "Gwa..." While Gabriel was going down to hit the dirt, Gabriel tried to weasel his way out of the Chef's sprawl against him, and attempted to maneuver himself behind the Chef.

Though the chef was strong, he neglected one thing about Gabriel. The chef underestimated Gabriel's short stature and ability to duck under things. As he noticed his grip slipping, the chef turned back to see the halfling again. Turning around, the chef balled up his arms into a fist, winding it up for more power. "STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER YOU MIDGET!" he shouted, throwing the punch aimed toward the halfling's face.

"He wants the fight to be just him, the chef, and their wits," Morthos said to Lily, "if we intervened he'd probably find it offensive and wouldn't very much appreciate it. He's got an ego as most guys do, the best we can do is just cheer him on, and if he is unable to continue, drag him out as per his request." Morthos hated to have to just watch, he didn't like fighting, he spent much of his childhood trying to avoid them. "Anyways, we haven't officially met, I'm Morthos Sarzan, I'm sure Kenneth must have mentioned me if you asked him about what happened after......well after." Morthos didn't want to bring up directly what happened to her group, he was sure it was still hard to think about for her.

Gabriel watched as the Chef aim his punch towards his face. Gabriel, as an entertainer knew many things about protecting his gorgeous face, and as such weaved his head away from the punch, while he kept his guard up. Gabriel smirked at the chef as he sticked out his tongue, "Na na na na na! You missed me!" Gabriel hopped backwards as he pulled back his tongue, Gabriel moved back over to the Chef, in an attempt to upper-cut him.

When he saw his punch miss, the chef smiled, as if he intended such a thing to happen. His abs tensed, veins popping from the side of his stomach. "HUA!" he shouted. The chef reached his other arm to the back of Gabriel and pushed the halfling, bashing the halfling's head against his chest. "WHAT?" the chef taunted. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?" The chef pushed Gabriel away.

"You put up one hell of a deal. You'd may as well put up a fight right?"

Gabriel's head quickly bashed against his chest, and pushed across the dirt quite a fair distance. Gabriel got back up, rolled his neck around and he spat at the ground, "Heh." Gabriel got back into a proper fighting stance "I was just getting warmed up. Now where were we?"

+...Wish I had gotten stuck with the manlet.+
"Who?"
+Yer midget friend. Whathisface. The one with the balls. Gobbo or whatever.+
"I don't think you're allowed to say that anymore."
+What?+
"Yeah, after the Orc Wars there was the Orc Reconstruction and by the time that ended it had become a dirty word."
+Billy, we're going for genocide. I think I'm allowed a few slurs.+
"But it's not nice!"
+Killing people isn't nice either, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop doing it.+

"My daughter ya jack ass!" the chef shouted. He winded up another punch, charging straight towards Gabriel. The barmaid closed her eyes tight, nearly stepping back, wanting to head back into the restaurant and out of the fighting. Several villagers noticed what was happening and joined in, watching Gabriel and the chef fight, cheering either one or the other on. Some even took bets.

"Hey." James said to the barmaid. "Open your eyes. That's a fight between your father and a man who likes you; you have more at stake than anyone, whomever you root for."

He turned to the fight, and crossed his arms. "The least you can do is watch it 'til the end."

"Oh right, I am going to free her from the yoke of your tyranny!" Gabriel said as he shifted his foot backwards and rotating his body quickly away from the strike and then thrusting his fist towards the Chef to get his own punch in. "And -me- the jackass? If I was a jackass, that'd just be calling the kettle black sir pot. EH? Did you enjoy the banter with the kitchen implements? Tell me what you think of my material, and I'll consider doing a bit more of it..."

Crystal turned to James with a worried look on her face. "...I" she squeaked. Crystal looked out to Gabriel and her father, balling her hands into fists. She looked tense, her expression still slightly conflicted.

The chef took the punch to the face. It looked red, partly from the blow and partly from his anger. "You hit hard for a little squirt!" The chef attempted to punt Gabriel, aiming towards his shins.

Gabriel, suffered the same fate that many small-folk were cruelly forced to endure at somepoint, he was punted back, with a strike to the shins, hard. Gabriel fell back with a loud slam as he coughed up and spat out a bit."I thought we said no feet, only fists? Did you really just break the code we established at the beginning of the fight?" Gabriel slowly got up, panting as he glared at the man, "On a side note, you know I'm getting real tired of you calling me a 'squirt'. I wouldn't recommend doing it again."

The crowd cheered for the chef, shouting out. "You go!" and "Kick his ass!". Crystal leaned into the fight. "Come on... Laughing Scorpion!" she cheered. The barmaid put her hands in the air as if to give Gabriel her strength.

The chef turned to his daughter and gritted his teeth. "Punk. My feet ARE my fists!" the chef explained. He took off his shoes, revealing more pairs of hands. "Ain't you ever seen a Galopi before?" he asked.

The galopi are a race of swamp dwelling humanoids known primarily for their prehensile feet and tails. Their males are known to be muscular, almost twice as strong as the average human male. Tails, however, are shown as a taboo in their society. As a coming of age ritual, men cut theirs off. Females are required to keep them hidden under a thick skirt.

Upon hearing his moniker, cheered out by Crystal, Gabriel grinned ear to ear, as he hopped back into a fighting position with a renewed vigor, shrugging off the pain he felt. Gabriel you are NOT going to let her down! Now let's finish off this jackass once and for all! He thought to himself. Gabriel quickly rushed towards the chef as he jumped in the air as he swung down a flurry of fists at the Chef's face, and as he was descending closer to the ground, he would try with his acrobatic precision to swing around his head and force the chef down to strike the ground, all the while laughing wildy. I really, really hope this works out for me. Also secondary thought, this should look cool. Damn it Gabriel! Why are you thinking about aesthetics when you need to win!? He thought to himself.

"Nice to meet you, Morthos," Lily answered. "And yes, Kenneth mentioned you. At least, I'm assuming you're the 'devilsh' one?" It was a bit of a needless question, seeing how the obvious question was quite literally staring her in the face, but still. who's tho say there wasn't an even more devilish devil walking around here somewhere?

"As for those reasons... That's stupid," the sprite flatly said. "Why would you fight just for honour and respect? I mean, isn't winning the most important part? Plus, what if your opponent is not planning on playing fair either?"
As of on cue, the chef took this moment to break the preset rules. "Hey, that's cheating!," Lily shouted when the chef kicked Gabriel, then revealed that his feet were technically hands. "Cheater! Can't you win this in a fair way?!," she continued, not caring one bit that technicallty speaking the rules weren't broken. In a fit of anger, the Sprite drew her weapon, quite ready to step in if even looked like the evil cheating jerk would break his word just one more time.

The chef bounced up and down, cheering like a monkey. Distracted, he did not notice Gabriel's otherwise attention drawing attack. Hit, the chef curled down. "Ah!" he cried out. He dug his long, finger-like toes into the dirt, taking a firmer stance. The chef torqued his waist back, readying his fists. He punched at Gabriel again. "TAKE THIS!" he shouted.

Gabriel laughed a bit as he was punched square off the chef, "OOF" Gabriel tumbled around in dirt, and spat out blood "First off Lily... This is not a fight of mere honor." Gabriel smirked, as he wiped some blood from his mouth "THIS IS FOR FREEDOM! And my fists are speaking the language of freedom! Oh and uh to be fair he DID say only fists. But that is a matter of rule interpretation!" Gabriel cackled a bit, as he smiled, as he got up and brushed the dirt off. He rushed towards the Chef as he swung one of his hands to strike the Chef's feet, before pulling it back and attempting to poke the Chef's eyes with his other Hans's index and middle finger, jumping up if needed. Gabriel did an impression of the Legendary Bard Moe, "Wiseguy eh!?" He dropped the impersonation, "Though we did never specify IF the fists had to always be fully closed! I guess we should have had some OVERSIGHT! But I suppose we were both BLIND in that regard. But I suppose it'll give some INSIGHT for later!"I love you puns. Gabriel thought to himself. He then attempted to maneuver away from the chef. "I guess I'm really COOKING now. Crowd I will ask this, do you care for the pun based humor, and if so what subject would you like me to work with? Or do you guys just want me to punch him around some more, without puns. But you can't spell punch without pun."

"Yes I suppose I would be the devilish one," Morthos said with a bit of a grin, "and some people have very strong moral codes, and they won't cheat even if their opponent does." As if on cue Gabriel gave a little speech on fighting for freedom, followed by a barrage of so-terrible-they're-amazing puns. "Plus it seems he's using his own little loophole, and who knows, maybe those awful puns will do the chef in." Morthos shouted to Gabriel, "more puns! Just try not to get hit when you're saying them!"

Billy held out his blade, barring the sprite's way.
"We'll only make this worse if we interfere. The whole town'll be after us!"
+I like the sound of that!+
"That's how we know that it's a terrible idea. Anyways, miss, Mr.Gabriel can take care of himself."