(This was a short story i wrote a while back. Me and some frineds were playing an rp, and during it i was asked to write this part up,so here it is. All feed back and critisms are welcome and it would be great to get some ideas to help improve my writting.)

Bar Brawl!!!!

A young dwarf peered over the bar, first his helmet and then a set of large eyes crept up to survey the scene, a room full of men happily drinking from dirty pint glasses. He glanced at a table where two dwarfs sat staring intently into tankards that they had taken from home (and to the owners annoyance reasonably clean). "Hey Snorri don’t you miss proper ale?" asked one of the dwarfs swaying slightly, but happily.

"Yeah its much better than this crappy stuff" Answered the dwarf opposite him. He fixed a mail shirt so that it didn’t get caught in his light brown beard. A suggestion then crept into the mind of Snorri and made him cup his hands. They edged towards his mouth.

"You hear that you bunch of idiots... Get better ale!" called Snorri enthusiastically. A few heads turned in their direction each grumbled intently about the disruptive midgets.

“Yeah and while your at it get rid of those masks you look worse than hungry ogres.”

“Masks? That’s there real faces, Thorgrim.” Said Snorri gesturing his tankard in the direction of a particularly big specimen, whose nose had been bent out of shape. The man gave a depressed mumbled before slipping back to his drink.

"Hey I think we hurt the humans feelings,” joked Thorgrim guzzling down a tankard full of ale that ended up joining the tangled mess that was his beard.

"Poor humans insulted because of there crap ale" the pair noticed a few others turning towards them there grumbling could be heard loader and clearer now as more men came to join in.

"Ooohhh, what are they going to do make us drink there watered down ale." Laughed Thorgrim, falling into a fit of drunken laughter.
"Ale I thought it was river water,” mocked Snorri wobbling as his chair lost balance. He straightened up his helmet clumsily making it slide to one side.

"Excuse me, but do you have a problem with our drink?" asked a human standing over the table cracking his knuckles menacingly. "Because if you do.” He raised an eyebrow. “Then we have a problem with you." A small mob gathered around the small table forming a wall of vile smelling drunks.

"Well I do have a problem mainly cause we ordered ale not water!" complained Thorgrim.

"Yeah so go back to your table before I have to make you." added Snorri eagerly

"Awful confident for something so short." threatened the human

“Yeah and your pretty stupid for a troll lover.”

“Why you little…” said the enraged human throwing a left hook at Snorri who swiftly moved his head away; jumping from his seat he cracked his neck with glee.

"That’s not a punch, this is a punch." lectured Snorri as the human grabbed his own chest, gasping for air. The dwarf then retreated a fist from the man’s gut finishing him with a hook to the jaw, sending the drunk skidding across the floor. "Come on then,” challenged Snorri at a bunch of drunkards all pulling random clubs from either their coat or the floor. He smiled showing a golden tooth. Then admiring the fine array of weaponry…

"BAR BRAWL!" Snorri screamed leaping into a pile of men, followed by a second midget armed with a rather large pickaxe.

"Time for some fighting." said Thorgrim happily smashing a drunkard over the head with the butt of his pick, making the weak human fall into a scattered heap on the floor. "Come on!" he challenged swinging his pickaxe wildly making a "whoosh" as a human’s leg was thrown off balance, bashing his head painfully off a table on his way down.

"Get the midgets!" cried a large man ripping a random chair leg from a pile of wreckage waving the battered leg at the fray he lead the next wave of men against the short scourge.

"Goblins fight better than you lot." chanted Snorri dealing a gruesome blow to an open rib cage making a sharp snapping sound. He then moved to block a lazy punch pushing the blow away from his head with ease, dealing a powerful counter attack to a human’s side. Removing his right arm as a sneaky bottle smashed firmly against Snorri’s iron helm sending small shards into his mangled dark brown beard. “Hey these guys are using weapons!” Accused the dwarf picking up his empty ale bottle cracking it against a vulnerable kneecap.

“What’s wrong with weapons?” asked Thorgrim peering at his pickaxe, then at Snorri.

“Nothings wrong with it just thought I would say, that’s all.” Said Snorri conversationally.

“Stop talking you little shi…” cried a man lifting chair leg to strike. The two dwarfs glanced idly at the drunkard their brows raised at the rude human. The man stuttered for words as he fell down in pain. Thorgrim then placed his pickaxe proudly by his side swaying rhythmically to the sounds of pain.

“We are trying to have a conversation here.” He grumbled as the bar slowly began depopulating, some civilians staggered out while others crawled desperately. One of them had a bad limp.

“Looks like we are almost finished here brother,” stated Thorgrim, smashing the butt of his pick on the floor, ending the fight.

“What already, you guys are no fun.” Complained Snorri raising his fist at the fleeing humans. “Your worse than pissed hobbits, the lot of you!” He barked as the last man reached the door leaving the dwarfs alone in the wreckage of the night.

“Nice work Snorri.” Congratulated Thorgrim patting his brother on the shoulder.

“Yeah, now what do you say to another round” Said Snorri reclaiming his seat.
“Sure!” Agreed Thorgrim holding up a short arm. “Hey we need more ale over here!”