Tavern Brawl Chaos

The tavern erupted in laughter and ale-soaked chaos. Thorkell, grinning wide, teased, “Scared of the ale, Ayame?”

She sipped loudly, “Tastes like soggy bread!”

*CRASH! A table flipped—perfect timing. Thorkell hurled a man across the room, roaring, *“HAHAHA!”

Ayame cracked her knuckles. “Guess it’s my shift.”

A brute charged. She mocked him with an old man voice, “Ooooh, careful, grandpa—” then—CRACK!—uppercut. Down he went.

A second man rushed with a chair leg. She broke a whole chair over his head. “Return denied!”

A bald giant sneered, “Soft.”

Ayame’s smile vanished. POP! She dislocated his elbow. THUD! Slammed him down. “Soft enough for you?”

Thorkell, holding a man by the ankle, laughed, “HAAHAHA! She’s a Valkyrie!”

The last brawler, trembling, stuttered, “You’re—insane!”

Ayame, bloodied and grinning, sang, “I knooow! But I’m still standing!”

As silence fell over the wrecked tavern, Thorkell clapped her back, nearly knocking her over.“You’re a storm!”