The barbarian walked into a bar like the legendary first recruiters for the Marines. Vincent searched for the toughest-looking human bastards. Instead, he saw various elves nursing drinks dressed in bronze armor. No human or goblin was in sight, and all eyes turned to him. An elf missing an eye spat on his new shirt.
He stared down at the spittle on his clothes.
"Your kind isn't welcome here, mud man." Vincent wanted to grab the man by his scrawny neck and snap it. For a moment, he thought about killing everyone in the bar to save some face.
That thought shook him, what was he a young master in a cultivation novel? He was a hair's breadth from living one of his childhood dreams of herding cattle and riding with a gang of cattle rustlers. He even planned to buy a .45 colt for the aesthetic. But feeling the spittle on his favorite shirt was starting to soften his enthusiasm.
At that point, he hadn't chosen violence. The drunk elf didn't understand that he threw shit at a Terminator. Yet ignorance isn't an excuse.
Vincent glanced over the crowd and saw a pair of amber eyes meet his own. She slowly lifted a sleeve showing off something made of bronze. The female elf was wearing a set of bronze manacles serving drinks and looked at him briefly before turning away. The barbarian loved a good mystery.
He gently backhanded the elf knocking him out and blasting rotten teeth across the room. The bar felt like a powder keg about to go off.
"Leave now, human, or your life is forfeit." Vincent glanced at a large elf wearing a set of marred heavy bronze armor. A gladius hung from the elf's hip with the elf's hand on the pommel.
This wasn't a Livestream; there was no reason to act. "Do you know where a human can get a drink around here?" Vincent said.
The barbarian smiled and made an effort to relax his posture. However, the elf never moved his hand from the pommel of his sword.
"Leave the city and head north, and you'll find a human settlement that serves your kind." The armored man sneered. "No elf would willingly serve a human, not even the lowest among us." One of the soldiers or mercenary said.
At that moment, Vincent decided to see how much trouble he could get into. He pulled up his phone and found the picture of him fucking Glory and Fall.
"This is an abomination." The mercenary elf said.
He had started to understand why so many people watched his Livestream. Elves were kind of dicks. Fortunately, he had a new way of handling dicks.