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"Cause me, I don't wanna keep fighting," you shrug, walking back to pick the fallen crate back up and reclaim it as your seat. "Cause I don't wanna fuck with someone's money like that. Do I look like the kind of shitheel who'd go around making people's lives harder? Your nose alright, by the way?" you direct the question at the pershala, who has a trickle of blood dripping down from his flat, broad, faintly feline nose. "Not broken or anything, right? Sorry about the bottle, but like, what the fuck were you thinking? I mean, you're there and I was here, and what's between us?" you motion at the table. "You try and blast me, all this shit goes flying everywhere. Yeah, you hit me, maybe, but you also hit big guy over there, you spill the beer, and you send a bunch of those hex nuts into that switchboard behind me. Hit the wrong thing and you killed power to the whole node, judging by the setup you've got here. And I should know," you tap the logo on your toolbag. "So what were you thinking?"
"I... uh..." the felinid stammers. "I didn't mean, uh... I didn't think-"
"I know you didn't," you agree. "But you should. You really should think about things like that before you do them. Because that power you have now - it can cause a lot of grief if you use it without thinking, whether you mean it or not. Anyway, here," you toss him a roll of gauze from your standard issue first aid kit. "Stick a piece of that up your nostril, tilt your head back, the bleeding should stop in a couple minutes. Did any beer spill on you? I hope not, it smells like piss."
"What do you want?" the human, who has made no real moves during the fight, finally speaks up. "You just showed you can beat all of us up easy, so what else do you want? An apology? It's Valsen who wants you here and you probably know this. Zeeg was just doing as we were told."
"Valsen told you to fight me?"
"To bring you to him, if you showed up," the ogrot called Zeeg rumbles behind you, picking himself up from the floor. His voice and demeanor are both a lot more subdued, and he still keeps the hand close to his body.
"I'll go see Valsen when I feel like it," you shrug. "As for what I want right now, I already told you: I want to roll some dice with you guys."
Everyone simply stares at you for a few long seconds.
"Why?" the human finally asks.
"Cause I haven't had a chance in awhile and I feel like having a game or two. Do I need a better reason than that? Does anyone?" you ask innocently. "But you know what, fine, I can see how you wouldn't care much to have a friendly game with a stranger. So tell you what - how about we make it a proper game. With actual stakes."
It's cute how all three instantly tense up. Good. Means there's something actually knocking around inside those noggins. Maybe it's even enough to make them see sense.
"What stakes?" the human asks. "Cred?"
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