"Alright. So it's a fight you want then? It's a fight you'll get." Dario said rubbing his eye patch as it started to itch. He removed two arrows from the quiver and held them out like daggers. He readied himself for battle, as much as he could have at least. The two men circled each other around the bar as the bartender sighed and threw his hands up. His enemy cracked his knuckles and then creaked his neck. He had no idea what he was in for, Dario's training an Antivan Crow prepared him for multiple scenarios. And with a quick flick of the wrist, the thug's hand crashed right into Dario's face, sending him crashing down through a table.<br/><br/>"So, I assume you'll be staying the night, again?" The bartender asked the defeated crow.<br/><br/>"Assuming makes an ass--." Dario began to say before passing out in the makeshift bed made of broken wood. Dario had become soft without engaging daily in battle like he used to. It was time for a change.