Did I say I'd gone to Mid? There are plenty of other planets in the Bureau's sphere of influence, and plenty more that aren't Administrated. This is supposed to be one of them.
As far as your third sentence goes, in order:
Sizably more of them than that;If he had the reasoning skills, he would be;He's too dumb to think of that when he's sober, much less drunk.
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I drifted up to him, dodging a few rowdy patrons along the way, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Yugo Slavonovic?", I asked, in my best professional tone.
Yugo let out a monstrous belch, scratched his head with one oversized paw, and turned to face my way. "Yah?", he slurred, reaching out to poke me in the chest. (I dodged, of course- couldn't have him staining either the jacket, or the white suit underneath.) "'Oo wants t' know?"
The ball outside, still spinning through the air, slowed noticeably.
I smirked, pulled back my arm, and delivered a sucker punch to Yugo's gut. With just my strength, the punch would've staggered him for a second or two. I'm decently strong, but my punching power is a bit lacking.
That's why I had Malleus extended, its tip sparking with lightning-element mana.
Yugo folded like a house of cards, and fell off his stool, twitching spasmodically.
Before I could lean down to check his status, half the patrons of the bar had stood up. Many of them were brandishing knives, bottles, and other melee weapons threateningly as they closed in.
...as if you all had a chance. I put on a disappointed look, and mimed scuffing the floor with my shoe (incidentally kicking Yugo lightly in the gut). "Aww, come on, guys! Don't stop me now..."
"GAIALIEBE"
The circle that formed under my feet was large enough to cover the inside of the entire bar. With a thought, every living being inside of it found their weight instantly tripled.
Most of them just fell to the floor immediately. A handful fought the spell, but slowly sank into the filthy floor as they tired. One patron managed to stay standing, and took a few shaky steps closer to me, his entire body straining with the effort.
I just added another half a gee. He unceremoniously crumpled to the ground.
With a grin, I completed the line. "I'm having such a good time."
With everybody in the bar incapacitated, I just waved a hand. Yugo, already at my feet, fell up to about chest level before coming to a halt in midair.
The ball outside fell down a few feet, before stabilizing.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
As far as your third sentence goes, in order:
Sizably more of them than that;If he had the reasoning skills, he would be;He's too dumb to think of that when he's sober, much less drunk.
**********
I drifted up to him, dodging a few rowdy patrons along the way, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Yugo Slavonovic?", I asked, in my best professional tone.
Yugo let out a monstrous belch, scratched his head with one oversized paw, and turned to face my way. "Yah?", he slurred, reaching out to poke me in the chest. (I dodged, of course- couldn't have him staining either the jacket, or the white suit underneath.) "'Oo wants t' know?"
The ball outside, still spinning through the air, slowed noticeably.
I smirked, pulled back my arm, and delivered a sucker punch to Yugo's gut. With just my strength, the punch would've staggered him for a second or two. I'm decently strong, but my punching power is a bit lacking.
That's why I had Malleus extended, its tip sparking with lightning-element mana.
Yugo folded like a house of cards, and fell off his stool, twitching spasmodically.
Before I could lean down to check his status, half the patrons of the bar had stood up. Many of them were brandishing knives, bottles, and other melee weapons threateningly as they closed in.
...as if you all had a chance. I put on a disappointed look, and mimed scuffing the floor with my shoe (incidentally kicking Yugo lightly in the gut). "Aww, come on, guys! Don't stop me now..."
"GAIALIEBE"
The circle that formed under my feet was large enough to cover the inside of the entire bar. With a thought, every living being inside of it found their weight instantly tripled.
Most of them just fell to the floor immediately. A handful fought the spell, but slowly sank into the filthy floor as they tired. One patron managed to stay standing, and took a few shaky steps closer to me, his entire body straining with the effort.
I just added another half a gee. He unceremoniously crumpled to the ground.
With a grin, I completed the line. "I'm having such a good time."
With everybody in the bar incapacitated, I just waved a hand. Yugo, already at my feet, fell up to about chest level before coming to a halt in midair.
The ball outside fell down a few feet, before stabilizing.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.