<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gregorio Pescari</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Lord of Euganea</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/53cd9d89-d20b-452d-91a2-9d91f5ba5abc_zps00e843d7.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gregorio had gone right to the filthiest stand offering ale and he had downed a half dozen of them, when some half-drunken guy stumbled into him, making him splatter his neighbor with ale. The guy turned around his fist going right for Gregorio's face, but that had been the dumbest move the guy could have made. Gregorio gripped the fist in his big hand and squeezed it hard. He could see beads of sweat appearing on the upper lip of the guy and maybe all would have gone down peacefully if not the two guys standing with the splattered one would have decided to help their friend. Two fists connected with Gregorios face and he lost any reluctance. Letting go of the fist of his first opponent, he send the first attacker flying backwards over two tables and then his fist went into the solarplexus of the second, making him topple over with a loud ooof. <br/><br/>Within ten seconds nearly twenty men were going after each other with their fists and Gregorio was right in the middle of it, delivering punches and kicks. Two men jumped on his back and tried to weaken him with sleeper-holds, but Gregorio just rushed backwards and crushed them against the stand, tearing it down with his force. Five more were coming after him and Gregorio crushed two noses and split a lip, before he took a mug to his head and he dropped on his knees. He had to take some hard hits until the guards arrived and pulled him out of the pile of men. His cheek was bruised, his lip swollen, blood ran from a cut in his hair, but there were at least fifteen men down on the floor groaning in pain. Still he knew that he would spend the night in the dungeon. The royal guards understood no fun on tournament days. And so he was not surprised when ten minutes later the bars closed with a metallic clank behind him. He put himself on the cold stone bench and decided that he had slept in worser places before, although not often.</div>