Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[JaaY]

Out of the sudden, Sean found himself in a odd postion, soaked in rum. He was sure, he lost conciousness for a moment. He tried to speak, but instead he just stammered incoherent words. For a moment, he felt like someone used his spine as toothpick.
When his vision cleared up, he understood the degree of the havoc. This man, who was standing infront of him wrecked the entire bar. To sum it up, the feeling Sean now felt was a mixture of being flabbergasted, worried and angry at the same time.
Achille just destroyed the whole bar. The counter, the bottles, the glasses. Tables, chairs and even customers were knocked down. When Achille was going to draw him back up, Sean thought about grabbing Achille's head and smash him against the counter. Or at least against what was remaining of the latter.
He suddenly refrained, because a better idea came to his mind.

"Apologies friend, whilst the graviton shield sown into my back pocket is certainly effacious, it's results have a tendency to vary… quite drastically. Just a mild warning not to throw anything in my immediate vicinity in future…"

"Are you f<censored>ng insane?! I mean, what the hell is wrong with you?! You can't just tell someone to hit you when you have a BLOODY GRAVITRON SHIELD AROUND YOU!" Sean's head had a (slight) crimson tint by now, his whole body shaking from infuriation.

"…Or indeed any fast movements within 0.5 square foot. Nothing personal, but I do happen to be the recipient of a copious quantity of death threats; it's proving quite unsettling. Assumedly I should be paying for this, oui? Name the value, friend. Apologies, but since my little incident with Mr Daerune over there failed to bear fruit, I still required some other form of creative field test. No permanent damage done, I'm sure."

Sean knew what he would do in the next time. He would visit the medbay, to have him patched up. He would visit Robert and tell him that Achille just destroyed his beloved wine source.
After that, he would visit Kenji. Perhaps Kenji's habit to slice things up could finally come in handy.

"...ah...man, that hurt! Why didn't you like like...put it down a level? Look at that mess! Don't do that EVER again or I'll throw you out the airlock..." *mumbles* "...or better tell Grengar to do that...."

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