Axl Low's head finally slumped, hitting the bar with a crack. Blonde hair spilled over the bar. "Ow… Damn it." He sat back up rubbing his head and sighing in frustration, "Barkeep! Gimme 'nother!"
The barkeep, an aging, balding man of around fifty years walked towards Axl, hands on his hops. "Think you've had enough. You can barely sit up. Why don't ya go home, ok?"
Axl moved quickly, grabbing the barkeep and hauling him halfway over the bar, bringing the old man's face next to his own. "If I could go home, I wouldn't be here," he said in a dark voice, full of anger. "Now gimme a damned drink, already."
The bartender looked around, eyeing his bouncers. "I think it's about time you left, sir." Bleary eyed, Axl looked around, and noticed four well-built men surrounding him. He let go of the bartender, who promptly took an indignant stance towards the scum who had attacked him. "Boys, take him out back and teach him some manners."
Axl sighed. "All right, all right, I'm leaving. Your beer sucks, anyway." As he stood up, his arms were grabbed by two of the bounders, who lifted him up. "Oh, come on guys. Can't we call a spade a spade? I said I'd leave. No need for a fight," he said, somewhat apologetically.
One of the bouncers, a large, rough looking sort with a nose ring, leered at him. "Da boss said we're ta teach youze some manners, an' dat is zackly what we is gonna do." The four bouncers walked out the door, Axl firmly in hand.
It was a dark night, the moonlight casting an eerie glow over the city. Axl was thrown roughly to the ground, and surrounded by the bouncers. The ground was dirty, still damp from an earlier rain. Axl stood up and brushed himself off, letting out a sigh. "I'm doing you lot a favor and I'm giving you one last chance. You can go back in there now intact and you'll never hear from me again. Or, you can do the bloody retarded thing and attack me, and look forward to the next few weeks in a hospital. You dig?" The bouncers all laughed. Just who did this scrawny, blonde haired fool think he was kidding?
The bouncer that had spoken to Axl earlier was the first to charge in. Axl, sparing a moment to pity the idiots attacking him, moved fast. No one saw him bring out his weapon, nor did they see a chain wrap around the lead bouncer's leg, the scythe-like blade impaling itself into his thigh. He let out a grunt of pain, as Axl dragged him into a vicious kick that sent the man flying backwards into a wall. He slumped down, blood flowing from the gash in his leg. Axl heard feet pounding behind him, and ducked a powerful left hook from the bouncer behind him. Axl wrapped the man's arm in his chain, and spun around, throwing the man through the bar window. He landed in a heap of broken glass and blood. The other two bouncers, on Axl's right and left, charged at him. With a grunt, Axl leapt into the air. The bouncers, unable to halt their momentum, an into each other and fell to the ground. "Raiei Sageki!" was heard, and Axl landed on them, striking the ground so hard that the street fractured on impact. B0oth men could feel their ribcages crack and break. Axl stood up, put his weapons back in his pocket, and walked away.
"Tch, that was a waste of time. I wonder what Sol's up to now…"