Furniture flew across the kitchen shortly after the assailant was moved into the kitchen. However, the wiser man had already had his stungun poised around the pirates neck:
"Make another move and you'll be out like a light."
The pirate stopped flailing and fell silent, coldly staring at the man.
"Where are my manners? My name is "Pops" to all those that know me. Welcome to Hopes-Haven Bed & Breakfast pub. Soon to be a place you will be vacating"
"Not without your head or a sizable lump of your bank account" the pirate responded in a deep monotone.
"I doubt it....your breath is apsolutely horrid!"
The two had a stare-down, but the pirate eventually blinked, and a small grin split "Pops" face. The pirate looked away, in a seemingly submissive manner, and "Pops" grip on his body momentarily weakened.
The Helghan noted this, but kept his breating to a minimum. He could only survive in Human air for so long, and this wasn't a time to fill his blood with the worthless humanoid atmosphere in a struggle that would likely end in his failure to escape.
"I notice you didn't try to escape. Whats wrong with you pirate?"
"I am simply here to collect your balance and whatever rubbish is left in this sorry excuse for a pub"
"Pops" forhead creased, and before he knew what had happened, he was struck with a fist in his jaw. His teeth cracked together and his head doubled backwards, straight into a brick wall.
Instead of crying out, the smelly man rebounded his head right into "Pops" nose, almost causing it to break.
He backed away in pain, blood streaming from his nose. The pirate bypassed him, and headed straight for the door from which he came. The pirate was almost at the entry to the main part of the pub, a scant fifteen metres from the door he was aiming for, when three men, one of which had attacked him earlier, walked into the kitchen.
He threw himself at the man in the centre, reminding himself of how foolish it was for him not to have grabbed the nearest weapon. After all, he thought, four against one aren't good odds.
