"Knock his damn head off!" Yelled a patron as two men stood in the middle of the tavern. Dressed only in their knickers and boots. One of the men was a lad nicknamed Abe, and the other. Well Abe never got his name. Either way, it seemed that they were now in the midst of a good old brawl. The loud cheers of the other patrons echoed through out the tavern. The familiar  smelld of liquor and cooked meat permiated through out. Abe felt at home here, among other drunks and cheerful folk. So as it always goes. He and his opponent, with the help of the crowd, began their fight.<br/><br/>Fist connected against skin. Which caused blood to splatter across the ground. It was a fight much like other fights Abe had been in. The other man was aggressive with his movements. He swung like a wild animal, and hit like one too. Each blow harder then the next. Though this was a normality for the sword-fighter. Abe had always been one to fight those who were better, faster,stronger, and more dangerous then he. It was in his nature. The way he raised himself as a warrior. This is how he trained himself. Aloud him to grow as a fighter, and as a man. He lived for the fight, and with a shit-eating grin on his face. He took each punch with a gleeful twinkle in his eye.