Kos' hand flickered out and grabbed the goateed man by his collar and yanked him back, a small smile on his face," I wouldn't do that, if I were you, friend. That man seems to be giving you the arse-whuppin' of yer lif, and if you keep going at him, he will make sure it stays that way," He pulled the scruffy youngster down on a seat and he stood. He was shorter than the ruffian, but heavier set, and carried himself with a more calm confidence, while the other man was just furiously angry, as well as drunk.<br/><br/>"Git outter way, feck, or I besh yar tuh peices," The man roared. Kos look at him, and yawned. As fake as they came, but it didn't take much to infuriate that man. He roared again, and charged. Kos remained where he was until the last minute, and deftly sidestepped, hammering a right into the man's unprotected kidney. An expulsion of breath, and the man fell to his knees. An unwise move, if unavoidable. Kos spun and hooked his foot up underneath his testicles. The people watching the fight booed the low blow, but it was a faster end to the fight. A left hook to the man's temple, and he was out, his heavy body thumping to teh filthy ground. The people around were silent, and the barkeep would know that he hadn't started the fight, but ended it rather smoothly. The man wouldn't reward him with a drink of course, but he wouldn't throw Kos and Cal out, anyway. He rejoined the man and Cal, and sat down to his meal once more. If Cal wanted a chat, she could have one, now.