"A fight!" Gabs said with a grin. It got wider as three men stepped their way, drawn by the one guy dropping his drink.
"Oh, I wanna help you," Gabs replied, stepping up next to Alastrina, already cracking her fingers. "I haven't had a good scuffle in weeks since they let me outta the stockade. Sorry, can't guarantee ya I won't tear your arms off to beat you with, hope you tattooed your names on 'em, they get hard ta sort out afterwards."
"But hey, I'll let you have the first punch!" she added, barely suppressing her bloodlust. If they struck first, it became self-defense. Maybe some of that reading was worth it.
"Oh, I wanna help you," Gabs replied, stepping up next to Alastrina, already cracking her fingers. "I haven't had a good scuffle in weeks since they let me outta the stockade. Sorry, can't guarantee ya I won't tear your arms off to beat you with, hope you tattooed your names on 'em, they get hard ta sort out afterwards."
"But hey, I'll let you have the first punch!" she added, barely suppressing her bloodlust. If they struck first, it became self-defense. Maybe some of that reading was worth it.