Susanoo was giddy. The fighting was fierce but more importantly it was centered around him. “Come on!” He headbutted someone hard enough to lift them off their feet. “I’m supposed to be learning my lesson!”
Two stout men grabbed him from behind and dragged him back against the bar. “We’re gonna teach you a lesson you won’t ever forget,” one of them promised. His breath stank of cheap liquor and he was close enough Susanoo could tell what he had for dinner by the chunks of food clinging to his beard.
“Rein!” the other shouted.
A man fighting across the room looked over suddenly, letting the drunkard he had been holding up against the wall and pummeling drop to the ground. He grinned when he saw Susanoo struggling against the men.
“Lookee there boys! Nice catch.” Rein bullied his way across the floor. He was a huge man—though still not as large as Susanoo—and people scrambled to get out of his way when they saw him coming. “Ya’ve got an awful lotta teeth left for someone with such a big mouth. We’re gonna fix that, right bo—ARGH!”
Susanoo hooked a stool with his foot and launched it into Rein’s face. It splintered into pieces and sent him stumbling backwards. “Get a few more boys to hold my legs down and I might take you seriously. Probably not but I’m willing to find out for your sake.”
The goons holding him tightened up their grip. His back pressed into the edge of the bar painfully, not that he was about to let it show.
Rein spit a mouthful of blood and splinters into his face. “Keep talking. I like it better when they fight back,” he said. He reached for a knife hanging from his belt. “Makes it so much sweeter when they finally shut the hell up.”
He ripped the knife free from his belt and charged. Susanoo thrashed against his captors with renewed vigor, fighting to get his shoulders up from the bar to no avail.
“Get the hell off me!” he shouted, and in a display of herculean strength, stubbornly planted both feet on the floor and rose to his full height, lifting two grown men completely off the ground in the process. All the blood had rushed to his face and a vein in his neck bulged out profusely.
Rein hesitated. Hair like a rooster… the strength of ten men… and the temper of a bull. He suddenly realized they had made a terrible mistake.
Susanoo grabbed one of the men and threw them behind him. They crashed into the shelves of alcohol behind the bar and didn’t get back up. Seeing what had happened to his companion, the other man let go and tried to run away. Susanoo got a handful of his hair and slammed his head into the corner of the bar. His legs turned to jelly after the first blow but Susanoo did it two more times before he was satisfied. He let go of his head and the man dropped to the ground, unconscious.
“You had all that damn time to stab me! What the hell are you doing?” he rounded on Rein.
Rein raised the knife to threaten Susanoo but his hand was shaking. With his skin flushed red and his lips drawn back in an ugly snarl, the giant looked like an Oni from the local legends. “Y-you stay away from me! D-demon!”
The fight had started to wind down. Most people were already either unconscious or so exhausted they had just passed out. Susanoo lunged toward Rein.
“Stay back!” he brandished the knife and scuttled back, but almost tripped when collided with someone solid and very much still on their feet. “Get out of the way!” he shouted, turning the knife on them.
The someone in question was tall and not easily frightened. “Who brought a knife to a fist fight?” he said, staring at Rein through his one good eye.
“I said get out of the way!” Rein swung the knife at him wildly.
The stranger caught the drunkard’s wrist and easily stopped the attack. “*sshole. It’s people like you that ruin the mood. I’m done with you.” He was apparently done talking because with his free hand he punched Rein under his chin and Susanoo heard his teeth clack together from all the way across the room. He dropped to the ground unceremoniosuly, drawing the fight to an anticlimactic close.
Susanoo spit onto the ground and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “You got a name?” he said, taking a seat at one of the few tables that were still intact. Before the other brawler could respond the door swung open and a prissy-looking boy entered the building and started questioning him.
Susanoo shushed the boy by putting a finger over his lips . “Ah-ah, wasn’t talking to you. Now piss off,” he flicked him between the eyes, “the men are talking.”