"Oi Oi, Aren't you talking big just a moment ago?" Anton laughed, twisting both arms of a fella. He pushed a little further, pinning down the fella on the floor. "Where does that arrogance go?"
"Bastard," the fella pinned to the floor moaned in agony. But he had other companions as well. He yelled, looking at his other companions. "Why are you guys waiting? Beat this bastard . . ."
"I guess this is all you amount to," Anton said, twisting the arm harder.
Three fellows came after Anton, hearing the yell from the poor fellow on the ground. They were barehanded like Anton, but their sizes were much better compared to Anton. One was a big baldy with a tattoo on the arms and neck to the side of the bald head, while the other two were less imposing than the baldie, but they were still well built.
"Three against one, that's not fair, actually," he said with a smug expression on his lips. "But it's hardly any challenge."
