You seriously think your gona fight me huh?
Come on now, I'm tryn to relax here
He walked through the town, hands behind his head, eyes closed and face to the sun. The pack on his back was finally getting too heavy to carry. So he sat down on the first corner he happened across and leaned back against the wall. Taking in the scenery Zons said to himself “
Musta been one heck of a fight here pretty recently, just look at all those burns, even some of the rocks are split.” Looking over to the other side of the corner he saw a mirror image of himself, except for the fact that it glowed a very slight iridescent green, the figure replied
“Ya I guess, but it looks like it was pretty short too, nothing really all that broken outside of this block.” Looking back straight ahead Zons thought for a moment before saying
“Hmmm good point, and luckily, it looks like that there tavern just narrowly avoided being incinerated, what say you we toast to their good fortune?” Getting up the figure replied
“Good sir, you’re an absolute genius, and a gorgeous one to boot!” Suddenly the sitting Zons was gone and the one walking toward the bar lost its greenish hue. Now alone in the street he said
“You always are just the sweetest man I know." Pushing open the door, he could see that even this place had been by no means unscarred.
“Holy freken crap, this town must love to fight as much as me! Either that or this place is just a dump…What’s your take on the matter bar keep?”To that the head of a slightly older man appeared behind the bar, while the head of a mop rose up behind him
"I'll have you know this place is under new managment, and it most certainly is not a dump! Err well it wont be, once I'm done with it any way" Looking around Zons sat down and leaned back in the chair, looking backwards at the man
"Is that so huh? Well I certainly wish you the best of luck until then, how about a free drink in honor of your newfound ownership?" To this the owner took on an astounded look
"Fr...free...drink? You want a free drink? Get out of here, your not even dressed! Your lucky I dont call the authorities for entering my establishment basically in the nude!" The man began shooing Zons out with the mop prodding him with the sopping wet end
"Pfrg -hey-grrrbl stop-ksja-at" and before he knew it, Zons was back out on the street.
"Some people man" he said rubbing the back of his head. He turned around only to see some creepy guy grabbing his bag and disappearing into an alley.
"HEY, just where do you think your going with all my stuff scumbag!" He took off after the man following him into the gloom.