"FOOL!" Bolton roared, making sure everyone on this side of town could hear him. At the same time, Bolton hurried back into action, retreating with the help of his lightning veita. "YOU'VE ONLY–"
Crack! Crack! "GET BACK HERE!"
At the same time as Bil's shout, two pieces of the destroyed stone cooler were thrown into the back of Bolton's knees. The bones broke and Bolton tumbled to the ground.
"AAH! WHAT ARE YOU–"
"Shout all you want! But you're paying for my new bar!" Bil exclaimed, rushing the downed man. He gripped Bolton by the neck again, half-pinning him down. "Now that you can't destroy my restaurant any further, I don't have to let go. So go ahead. Throw your little tantrum. I'll be here, waiting till you cough up two hundred gold for the damages!"
