<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)               </div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}                  <br/><em>Santeri</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}                     </div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>               </div><br/><br/>John didn’t stop as he felt his fist meet its prey.  The spray of blood from the drunkard’s mouth should’ve at least caused a rising in John’s chest, but all he could do was calculate, catching every small movement of his target as he prepared another swing, this one aimed toward his diaphragm.<br/><br/>That was all John could remember.<br/><br/>He’d dropped like a fly when his skull was cracked with the mug.  He’d be okay, certainly, but he definitely wouldn’t continue to contribute to that fight.  His knees buckled and he slumped forward to meet the man’s angry foot, only to be kicked lifelessly onto his back with a good spattering of his own blood across his face.  He was out, but the drunkard wasn’t.<br/><br/>With one down, the man targeted the other.  He carelessly stepped over John — or tried to, rather — and found himself tripped; he fell toward Santeri, but that didn’t stop him from flailing at the man anyway.  He grabbed as he plummeted, intending to bring the little man to the floor with him.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;">               <strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>