Isreal

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She had been eyeing him all night. The stranger at the corner table, with his stetson pulled low and that dusty tan rag tied over his face. Leaving only his eyes exposed. Eyes that seemed to glow in the dim of the tavern.
“Wednesday! I’m not paying you to stand around. Get these drinks to table 4.”
The Tavern owner, oh how she hated him. The way he treated her like a slave when he knew well enough she was more then half way from working off her debt to him. The stranger seemed to see her plight, and for some reason this comforted her or maybe it was that every time that the owner had raised his voice or hand at her she saw the strangers hand slowly slipping to his side and placing a firm hand over the grip of a small throwing ax, Either way it helped to be noticed.
The hooligans at table 4 had given her a firm slap on the back side as she walked away from the table leaving her enraged and letting her guard down. she slammed her tray down hard on the bar satisfied with the large bang it made. The owner was not as pleased he emerged from the back and berated her in mixture of common and dwarven finishing his tyrannic assault by lifting the the very tray she slammed on to the bar high into the air and bringing it down repeatedly on her. several blows struck her face and blood began to pour from her cheek. several people at the bar hooted and hollered table 4 laughed every one seemed to enjoy the sight, but the stranger, who just sat there with his vice like grip on the handle of his axe.
slowly the laughing subsided and she was left on the floor staring at a small pool of her own blood. the owner had been kind enough to drop a rag onto the floor and demand she clean it up. the blood was soon gone and she eased her self back to her feet the world spinning slightly and her eyes seemed to be unable to adjust properly this had happened several times before when the owner had beaten her she knew it would pass in a few moments. taking a breath to collect herself she glanced up at the strangers hoping for some reason for a sign of sympathy. Instead what she saw was a firm handshake between the stranger and the owner, they were both laughing and slapping each other on the back. together they strolled up to the bar the stranger took a seat near where she stood. this had been the closest she had been to him all night she could see the axe that hung from his belt swinging as settled into his chair. she tried to focus on the axe knowing that sometimes when here eyes got blurry like the were now focusing on something helped. gradually the world began to come into slightly better focus and she could make out the runes etched on the blade of the axe.
“Wednesday! breaks over! get back to work or i might have to take his advice.” the owner pointed at the stranger. she looked quizzically at them both “advice?”
the strangers head cocked and his eyes meet hers this close the glow from his green eyes fell onto his mask in waves it was mesmerizing. she was lost in them before she was drawn back to reality by the strangers voice, slurred and with an edge of danger. “chairs hurt far more then serving trays.”
The owner burst into a loud bellowing laugh others nearby who had over heard the stranger reply began to join in soon the bar was hooting and hollering again at her expense.
as the room roared with laughter the stranger rose from his chair and took off his duster he sloppily folded it and tossed it on the chair next to his. he then picked up the chair he was sitting on began to brandish it around the room comically as a make shift weapon. the corwd roared at every swing. clearly the stranger had one to many.
A Pang of humiliation settled on her not form the emberssment of the crowd she was used to that but humiliated by herself. why had she thought this stranger might be different stupid. stupid. no one ever helped her what did she expect this green eyed freak to pay the rest of her debt off to tell her she was free. what a joke no one was going to save her she was stuck her she stilled had another 10 years before her debt would be paid off. a deep darkness stirred inside her an anger that blured her vision worse then the beating. a flame that was directed at the stranger.
thats when it caught her eye the axe that swung from his belt as he made a fool of himself around the bar. with out thinking she rushed forward as the stranger setteled the chair back in place her hand just pulled the axe from his belt when the stranger arms encased her. she was unable to move. the hand with teh axe pinned uselessly to her side. the bar erupted in laughter yet again, but her anger was hotter then ever she would have this strangers head. this freak who had givin her hope a feeling she threw away years ago.
“Do you know how to use one of those?” the stranger whispered
she had never weilded one before but right now she had enough anger in her to clear this entire room if she could only break free from his grasp.
She mustered all of her strength to attmpet and break free knowing it was futile the stranger was to too strong, but she had to try she had to. then she felt the strangers grip lossen.
“well her goes nothing.”
the strangers arms flow out from around her and he stumbled back fegning as if she had pushed him off. he stumbled aginst the bar and grabbed a chair for balance. he looked at the chair then at her. the chair then her. the crowd loved it they knew what was coming the encircled the two around the bar and began to shout. the stranger picked up the chair and raised it high in the air like a trophy. the crowd burst into cheers and applause. the owner appeared on the edge of the crowd and yelled to the stranger.
“If you kill her your gonna have to pay what left of her debt.”
the stranged made his way to owner
“dont worry I wont hurt her.” yelled back the stranger
and with that he lifted the chair hihg into the air and charged at her.
she barly had time to jump out of the way as the chair came crashing down where she stood a moment ago. the crowed was in a frenzy.
she looked around the circle of druken faces all shouting for her end. she spoted the owner behind her taking bets. in that momentary distraction the stranger had began his charge and it was too late fro her to move out of the way. she braced for the impact of the chair on her skull but it never came.
the stranger had rushed right passed her and had smashed the chair across the tavern owners face. knocking back several members of the crowd with the one devestating blow. the crowd had gone deathly silent all mouths gaped open.

It only took seven minutes before the building had become nothing but ashes.
the stories conflict about what happend once the fighting started.
some say that the stranger challneled some strange mystic energy and set the place up in flames. Others clam that stranger himself turned to flame. and yet others say it was the girl pushed beyond all bounds riticuled, humiliated beaten, assulted, used, all of her torments and all of her fears and hoplessness had caught up with her and awoken something that slept with in her.

Isreal

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