<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel scowled up as the man he had seen earlier spoke up. He was used to being able to use everything at his disposal, not being cornered into fist fights. He pressed his knife harder onto the man's throat before releasing it, leaving the tiniest sliver of a cut on his neck. Then he stepped off of him and took a step back, dropping his belt onto the ground at the same time as well.<br/><br/>Fenharel rolled his neck and rotated his shoulders a little. "Come on," he finally said to the other man, who needed no further incentive to ram himself forward, arm extended to land a powerful strike. Fenharel ducked under the blow and thrust a quick punch on the underside of the man's elbow, pushing the joint in the opposite way it was meant to bend. The grizzled man grunted slightly, but his drunkenness seemed to make him numb to the pain. Because of that drunkenness, however, his opponent's reflexes were far slower than normal, and Fenharel planned to exploit that.<br/><br/>The man swung his arm forward again, almost lurching into the motion. Fenharel jumped back before grabbing the man's arm and pulling it towards him, intending to knock him off balance. The man came tumbling forward, but he swung his other arm as he fell, hitting Fenharel right in the gut with bone-crunching blow. Fenharel exhaled all the air in his body and then some as his body was thrown back against a wall, where he fell and sat dazed for a few seconds trying to regain his breath. The other man, meanwhile, stood up much quicker and came lurching forwards once more, clearly with the intention of finishing him off. Fenharel looked right at him as he continued to struggle with breathing, face contorted in a grimace. Right before the other man's fist connected with his face Fenharel flattened himself against the ground, and the fist hit the wall, making a noticeable crack on it. <br/><br/>The man quickly withdrew his hand, clearly in some pain, but he turned towards Fenharel with fire in his eyes, seemingly more enraged than anything else. Fenharel smiled wolfishly, taunting the man into charging him again. The man screamed and ran towards him with slightly open arms, intending to sweep him aside and batter him down. Fenharel focused on the man's legs, and, right when they were the most open mid-stride, dived in between them, extended a hand to grab a leg, and brought the bear-like man thudding into the ground. Fenharel wasted no time and jumped on the man, pounding fist after fist into his face until he stopped resisting the onslaught. He then jumped back off, breathing heavily, and surveyed the scene before him. His opponent was on the ground, breathing heavily and dribbling blood from his mouth. Everyone was looking between him and Fenharel.<br/><br/>"Well, probably not the most traditional fight you all have seen, but I find my style still gets the job done," Fenharel said, walking over to his belt to pick it up, clutching his abdomen in slight pain from where the man had punched him.</span>