The tension had peaked. Some casuals were getting a one-way trip to the city hospital, no cap. A fearful longshot in the back whispered to his companion, "Bruh, that's Amelia Vaan Sjokkolade. We are so fucking dead, she's mental!" "That's my name, maybe don't say it so close tee-hee." The longshot collapsed to the floor from a fright. Rightly so, she wasn't going to demolish him now that they put themselves out of the picture.

"Quiet you idiots, I need to focus on kicking this old hag into touch." Having heard his companions whispering this brave idiot began to get cocky in front of Amelia. He waved his sword at her, swirling it in spirals in the air, no cap he's lucky if he will walk after this one.

Amelia howled with laughter attracting all the nearby adventurers. The other longshot dropped to his knees trying to pull down his companion with him and spoke up, a last-ditch attempt at saving his companion from an overwhelming beating, "Greg you gotta get on your knees man. We're gonna die if you don't shut up."

Greg was struggling to shake the unexplainable grip strength of his companion, no matter how he shook that thang, there was no budging as Amelia watched on still laughing. "Enma, fuck sake man, stop being a basic bitch you're making me look bad."

Horace hearing his mums manic laughing and bickering voices, walked over to see what was happening. He saw the longshot and esquire in a tug of war and walked casually into the semi-circle that had formed. Unsure of what was going on, he approached Amelia, "Hey mum, when are we~ OW WHAT DID I DO!?"

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Amelia gave Horace a flick on the ear causing him to start seeing stars for a second and responded to his questions with nothing but venom in her tones, "HORACE VAAN SJOKKOLADE EDELWEIESS JONES, YOU DO NOT STEP INTO A FIGHTERS CIRCLE WITHOUT THINKING." "I DIDN'T KNOW~" He responded rubbing his ear trying to soothe the pain. The crowd just stared in horror at the public discipline occurring.

Unbeknownst to everyone there. After the first incident someone already made a call out to the nearest town guards. Having heard that someone "kind of" strong was causing issues in the descriptions of events. Officers put a request out to the local guilds.

"This is guard Kara calling from Mikrons Post village. I've had reports that a "kind of" strong adventurer is causing issues outside Bedknobs and Beatdowns. "This is Galgu from the Unending Toil guild, we'll send a few over its closest to us. Cheers."

The guard was thrilled not having to face any hard work today. Well, that was until she spotted the town drunk stumbling through the street. God sake Peterson, lay off the cider! Annoyed thoughts as she started grabbing her weapons off the table.

Rankers from the guild rushed into the circle trying to find out was going on. A young prodigy in the making stepped forward, her voice much different to the one more familiar with in 2048, "Ranker Emcee Wotters here to diffuse the situation at hand. Please stand down or we'll have to use force!"

The hunger pans began to creep up and set in, belly rumbles were distracting Amelia from the incident. She took Horace by the hand and started walking away.

"No way skank, you're not walking from this!" Greg shouted at her as she tried to walk past and aimed his sword at her again.

Amelia stopped and looked at him, lowering the rizztastic goggles and calmly said, "Try me piss for brains."

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