"Well, that's that."
Damien brushed his hands off and walked over to the bar.
"The last one was a little bit disappointing. How about trying one of mine this time?"
He pulled out his own spirit liquor and poured himself a glass, glancing at the bartender, who sighed and raised his own glass as well.
As the two enjoyed their drinks, they completely ignored the scene behind them, a bar full of broken bodies.
Nobody was dead, but there wasn't a single one who didn't have at least five broken bones.
The worst ones were covered in bruises and leaking blood from various places. They'd be unconscious for at least a few days. The rest…well, while they were doing better than that, they were still groaning and clutching their wounds in far too much pain to pay attention to anything else.
It was an easy fight to say the least. The fight itself didn't even need to be mentioned because of how easy it was.
And naturally, it was fast too.
