Re: Rough Business
Inspired by the swaggering bravado of his companions, Grundar saunters towards a couple of the guards who'd been playing poker before rising to their feet as the Rangers blew through the saloon doors. Grabbing a fist of poker chips from the table before them, he throws them the nearest's face. Just like kicking sand in the eyes in a brawl on the Plains! Dubgal caught by surprise, instinctively raises his hands to his face, leaving Grundar free to follow with a left hook. The guard's head cracks back as he collapses against the bar with the sound of smashing bottles. Grabbing him by the collar, Grudar lifts the face of the dog to his to deliver the warning, only to discover there's no one home. Still, the others will pass on the message when he comes to.
Rubbing his knuckles, he turns and acknowledges the whoops of the Deadheads left guarding the door with a grin. It doesn't look as if the posse will be needed today after all. A warning shout from one of them just in time stops this complacency, Grundar sidesteping just in time as Dubgal's gaming companion rounds the table...
Turning to face him, he yells out to Melock, And when you're done, don't forget to sling it this way. Mine's gone and knocked his over!