The Enforcer

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It was almost midnight. Few people remained in the bar in Pollnivneach. The bartender was cleaning some beer glasses. Some travelers were eating some meat. Viktor was sitting at his table,drinking some beer. He was finishing his beer and was about to ask for another one when Menaphite thugs stormed into the bar. They shoved aside the travelers and started arguing with the bartender. One thug grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall. Then,one of the Menaphites saw Viktor and walked up behind him.

The Menaphite slammed his fists down on the table and glared at Viktor. "You might want to get out of here before things have to get ugly." He warned.

"Things got ugly when you lot came into the building." Replied Viktor,not turning around to look at the thug.

The Menaphite grabbed Viktor's arm but he swung the empty beer glass around and into the thug's face. He drew a steel dagger and stabbed the Menaphite's wrist,the dagger burying itself in his wrist and partially the table. Viktor's other hand grabbed the back of the Menaphite's neck and pushed him forward,his face smashing into the table. He threw him to the ground. The other Menaphites turned to Viktor and drew their weapons,but Viktor spun around,using his momentum to throw his dagger at one of them. The dagger impaled itself in between one thug's eyes. He fell,dead. Viktor drew a steel scimitar,a vicious curved blade. One Menaphite lunged forward,running at Viktor. Viktor drew a second dagger and held it up. The thug ran straight into it. Viktor pulled his dagger out of the Menaphite thugs' stomach,and kicked the corpse down. Viktor charged forward, slashing off another Menaphites' head off, and stabbing another in the throat with his dagger. One Menaphite raised his weapon and tried to kill the bartender,but Viktor spun around before he could and the Menaphite found a poisoned dart in his neck. He fell to the ground,dead.

Another thug tried to stab Viktor from behind, but Viktor spun around and kicked the thugs' feet out. The Menaphite fell to the ground and Viktor stabbed him in the chest with his dagger.

Viktor collected all his thrown daggers and the poisoned dart, and left the bar. Before he could leave through the door the bartender stood to face him.

"Who-who are you? Are you a demon?If you are,what is your business here?" The bartender asked him.

"Name's Viktor. I'm in the Menaphite-killing business. And business is booming." Viktor answered.