A Fight in a Bar

"Great game, pity you got killed by that lucky noob..." a barkeeper said, thumping my back so hard that my internal organs were about to burst out. "Drinks are on me, dude!"

"Yeah... Thanks... That will be four iced cokes please..." I said, trying to regain my breath.

I trudged back to my seat, muttering to my teammates, "I got you all iced cokes. Don't complain, or my flail will make sure that you regret it..."

"Hey, Max certainly did give you a good encouragement. Try to concentrate more on wiping out the enemy as fast as possible. Take that as- Ow! What was that for?" DesKan exclaimed, rubbing his bruised head.

"For talking lots of crap," I muttered in reply, putting my Golden Hammer back on the seat beside me. I stretched my legs out, my mind wandering back to that afternoon...

"Argh... Shit! Lucky noob... I'm out of health! This must be a dream! I cannot die! I cannot die!" I muttered to myself, pinching myself hard. I got nothing except great pain and seven words from the loudspeaker. "WinterUltima has been defeated by his opponent." No.........

"Winter! You there? Hello? Mister Ultima..." Samuel called into my ear. "Yes, I am here!" I said playfully pretending to punch him in his face. "Good, cus' your coke is here."

I looked down at the table and to my shock and horror, I saw brown colored ice, all mashed up and put in a cup. I looked like a slurpee. "Max! Are you sure this is iced coke?"

"Yup! Miramo style! Coke flavored ice," he called back.

I rolled my eyes as I slowly sucked the semi-solid into my mouth using a straw. "Hey, this is good!"

"Oh look boys! It's the noob that got killed in two turns..." a person sneered.

I turned around. A person slightly taller than me came face to face with me. "Oh look, the noob is even shorter than me..."

"So you are here to compare heights?" I questioned, the end of my lip curling into a snarl. "DesKan! Someone wants to compare heights..."

DesKan laughed as he stepped out of his seat. He was like a giant towering over an ant.

"You know boys, I've got a joke. What do you call an oversized William Hung?" the person said, grinning. "DesKan!"

That was the last straw. He flung his fist out at the hooligan, hitting him on his cheek. "You'd better not associate me with that crap singer or else..."

"Or else what? I bet that you couldn't even hit me with my legs tied to the spot if I gave you another chance," the person smirked.

"Tell ya what, I'll fight you," I muttered under my breath. That person obviously did not know where to stop.

"Ahh... How brave... Standing up to your friend..." he sneered.

"Whatever..." I muttered under my breath as I left the bar into the snow fields. "Let's fight here, I don't want to destroy the bar which I have been visiting since I was born.

Having lived in Miramo Town since I was born, I was used to the cold and I could manipulate the surroundings to my will.

"Die!" he shouted as he lunged at me with his Cross Spear.

"Heh... He fell for my trap..." I thought as my Archangel suit spread its wings, and brought me soaring through the air.

His weight brought him tumbling forward, and I soared back down, both hands gripping my Golden Hammer tightly. I swung the mighty flail, and it knocked the confused person over, causing a huge dent in his heavy armor. "You call that heavy armor?"

He growled. I could hear his gang members booing me and cheering him on. I sighed as I fired a beam of laser at him from my laser goggles. It hit him on his head knocking him out. Just then, his gang members charged forward, checking to see if he was alright.

Then, I dodged a spear that was thrown at me. "Crap... Three versus one... Aha! I've got an idea..." I thought, fastening my Golden Hammer to my belt. I swooped down towards my Samuel, who was watching the fight, along with my other team members. "Lend me this!" I whispered into his ear as I snatched the bazooka away from his side.

"Oi! Be careful with it!" he yelled at me. I wasn't surprised. That bazooka was his first piece of proper avatar.

"Damn, this is heavy..." I muttered as I flew to a higher altitude and heaved the bazooka on my shoulder. After taking aim with the aid of my laser goggles, I pulled the trigger...

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Well, how was it? I know that it was a bit farfetched, but nevertheless, I hope that it was enjoyable to most of you!