Rafyx attempted to turn around, but by then the man had already spun him around, and gave him a right hook that knocked Rafyx right off of the bar stool, Nami gasping as blood hit the floor. Graves then wiped his knuckles with a napkin, eyeing the bartender to step back. Things were going to get brutal.

Rafyx wiped the blood trickling from his lip, Graves towering over him like a bear against a cat, His lips curling into a smirk. "You insult a lady but can't take a punch? That's pretty coward like…."

Rafyx growled and got up, his eyes kindling with anger, his heart pounding. "You don't understand shit!" Rafyx yelled, swinging at the large man. His fist was met with a grab on the arm, graves pulling him forward into his own knuckles, making Rafyx reel back. "Understand what now, kid?"

Looking at graves again and recovering from the heavy blow, Rafyx spat on the floor. "I'm not a kid."

"You sure look like one, kid."

"I'm not a kid!" Rafyx snapped back, fists swinging. Every punch met the air, Rafyx making a fool out of himself as the bar laughed, the only hits landing weak and non-effective. Graves grabbed him and slammed him against a wall. "You done yet kid?"

The comment was met with silence, Rafyx' finger twitching. Rafyx looked down, the fire in his eyes dying out. He looked back at nami, her right hand on her mouth, her eyes wide and shocked. He looked at the people who were see drinking, all their eyes trained on him, attempting to peer and predict of what embarrassment he had yet to accomplish. He looked back at Graves, Graves' eyes calm and steely, his mouth still, his brows slightly furrowed. "I asked I question, kid."

"Yea," Rafyx sighed, "I'm done."

"Good, now apologize to her."

Rafyx gritted his teeth as Graves brought Rafyx over to apologize to the Koi mermaid, his demeanor struggling to stay calm.

"watcha' waiting for kid? Me to do it for you?

Rafyx looked at her with hatred again, the apology sliding through his teeth. "I'm sorry, Nami."

"It's ok Rafyx..." She responded back, her voice so soft and fragile Rafyx swore it would have shattered had it been strained any longer, his mind having to repeat what she had said from the silence of her voice.

Graves cut them off by pulling Rafyx away again, patting him on the back before going back with Gragas for another drink. Rafyx simply stood where he was placed, his fists curled as his mind raced with a thousand thoughts. He thought about mom, and suddenly clutched the simple silver necklace around his neck, grabbing onto the piece of emerald that hung in the front. It always seemed like it was yesterday… Almost always, and it hurt to so much as touch the necklace at times, yet putting it on gave him a sense of determination a man could only describe if he ever had survived some of the worst things runeterra threw at him, coming from the ocean.

Nami looked at Rafyx, her eyes hesitant and sympathetic. She was too taken aback to engage him again, knowing the result it would produce, but instead watched him shed a single tear, it rolling down his cheek and splashing across the un polished wooden floor. Like a Pin dropping, it was almost inaudible, yet Nami almost imagined that sound, watching Rafyx sulk out of the bar area and outside to feel the cold breeze against his cheek. She looked at everyone again, playing their games and cheering happily, and for the first time, she didn't feel like participating with her favorite bottom laners. Nami simply looked outside, and watched Rafyx stand outside in the breeze, his hair bowing softly in its direction.

She then noticed that his harpoon was still lying beside the bar, its barrels polished nicely as its engravings were embedded on the side of the silver and leather stock. She looked back at Rafyx one last time, and then sighed, turning around to look at the bartender. "Just water please..."

"They say that if you stare into the abyss long enough the abyss would stare into you..." Rafyx mumbled, his eyes trained on the ocean. If that were true the ocean had been staring into him for all his life. From poor fisherman to a sea hunter, Rafyx knew the ocean was like a friend to him, for he grew up around it. He also knew that tomorrow would be the first game he would witness, and that frankly, he could be in it. "So be it…" He muttered, breathing in the salty air one more time before walking off, forgetting his harpoon gun.

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