Howling Wolf and Roaring Lion

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The tavern is cramped and loud with song and talk but the happy noises were no match agents the angry voice of one fur cloaked and leather masked traveler. Kicking her chair over and shoving the table out of the way, clearing a path between herself and the blond Dwarf who had somehow pissed her off the woman roars her words a the little man in front of her. “I BET YOU AREN’T EVEN STRONG ENOUGH TO PROTECT YOUR JOKE OF A DWARF BROTHER!!” Her mask gleams in the fire light of the tavern enough to show the burnt outline and details of a wolf’s face, and her warm and rugged traveling cloak made from a gray wolf. She bears her teeth clenches her hands and crouches down bracing, ready for anything.

Fili stared at the woman in awe. Who was this women?
His moment of absolute wonder turned into anger. He felt his face heat up with absolute rage.
“How dare you.” He spat. “Have you no respect? Saying such things to anyone is a very low thing to do, but say that to a king.” Fili chuckled, standing slowly. “You certainly have the brains of an orc.”

“You are not my King so I owe you none of my respect. Especially when you insult me so!” As her heavy feet fall and batter the poor old floor she doesn’t stop until she stares down at the dwarf who is but a couple heads shorter then her.

“And as for my orc brain …” Her sneering lips slowly curve up into a devilishly evil smile. Slowly she leans bending herself to his level … but still obviously taller then the little man.

“At least I still stand taller then you.” Her speech is low and slow. As if she doesn’t think he would understand her if she speaks any faster.

“You actually have some observation skills in that tiny little orc brain of yours. You may be more of a mountain troll now rather than an orc. Still vile creatures who show no respect towards anything and only care about themselves, but at least you are aware of your surroundings. So, yes. Dwarves are usually small people.”

Looking form eye to eye Fang keeps her face stone cold and skeptic. But then before even she could realize what she was doing a flash of a pleasant smile and a satisfied hum can be seen and heard before her head comes in contact with his nose. Fang felt the stung and knew there would more then likely be a mark from his boorish dwarf head. But she also felt the give of his nose and maybe a crack. She could have very well hit him hard enough to break his nose, her rage is burning bright enough. Lastly before stepping away she hooks her foot on his heal and sweeps his legs out from under him. Throwing her head back she walks away and laughs. She might not be very good at words but she has won every bar fight she has ever been challenged to or started herself. This one would be no different.

Fili felt the snap of his nose and his legs whip out of underneath him. “Wow, tough one aren’t you. You really proved everybody how much of a quality person you are right there. Not confronting your problems directly and calmly. But, you choose to resort to violence. That definitely shows me.” Fili wiped the blood that was pouring out of his nose with his sleeve.

Fang’s short quick laughter cuts through the crowds murmurs.

“HAHA! I’m tough enough to knock a King on his ass and I think the head butt was pretty direct … or is your one track Dwarven mind not able to processes both staring at the ceiling and understanding that you were just knocked to the ground?” All that circle around the two can hear it in her voice. She is wanting to fight, wishing, begging for one. The ale in her belly just enough to looses her up and the anger she holds still burning hot. His broken nose was only a taste of her dessert after her Inn meal and now she wants the hole pie.

Fili smirked. “I won’t fight you. I will not put myself on such a low level as yourself. Come here, beat me up if you wish. Knock the wind right out of me. What did I do to you to begin with?”