OOCSorry Ricks, had to rough up Gale at least a little bit before you got to him. XD I need to have some fun too ya know!
Gale gasped as the large man landed onto of him. All air within him was pushed out into the fight, and he found himself trying to grasp for breath. However, while Gale was aiming to get air, Harvey was getting up. He groaned in anger and glared at Gale furiously. The gambler had got onto his knees, and the artist went to stand himself. He sat up, pulling his knees up and pushing himself up with a hand behind him. Harvey used the turned over table to stable himself and bring him to his feet.
The murderer had stood up faster, though, and saw Harvey using the table as support. This particular table was round. Maybe if he kept Harvey down for a few more ticks he could book it to the door. Gale raised his leg and shoved the table, it rolling out from under Harvey's grip, resulting in him stumbling and falling onto the ground. However, Gale didn't wait to see what happened to Harvey, because as soon as he kicked the table, he ran straight to the wall, down the clearest path to the door.
For a while, the pessimist thought he actually did it. That he was actually going to get out of there. He passed two other fights without much interference, which was a very big accomplishment in his eyes. But it was as if raise was supposed to come down on his parade, for a roaring yell sounded behind him and the thunder steps of a charge made its way towards him. Gale didn't even have time to look behind him before the enraged man wrapped his bulky arms around Gale's waist and tackling him to the ground.
Gale hit face first against the floorboards, leaving a spatter of blood on the dark wood. Blood smeared across his upper lip as his nose started to bleed. He hollered in pain, but his whine was met with Harvey's hand. The burly man, while the widower was complaining about his nose up and sat on him. He grabbed his left arm with a crushing grip, then pulled it up behind him. Gale wasn't very flexible in the first place, but this was really the only time he regretted it. Harvey raised his arm some more, earning him a whimper from the emancipated man. But apparently that wasn't enough. Harvey took his other hand and grabbed Gale's arm as well, then yanked it to the right, over his back.
Gale screamed in agony, feeling the distinct pop of his shoulder as Harvey pulled his arm out of it's socket. Nevertheless, Harvey let go and stood up. Apparently he was tired with him.
The man grinded his teeth together and he managed to roll himself over on his back, his right hand griping his elbow, as if to help keep his arm still. He opened his tightly closed eyes to see what happened to Harvey, but all he saw was the lower end of Ricky.
How did he recognize Ricky from the waist below? Well, who else was a brute in this bar that would go out of his way to stand between him and an angry beast of a drunken sailor? That and he knew Ricky pretty dang well. He was sure he could recognize Ricky if all he saw was his foot.
"Richard?" Gale questioned with a pain filled voice, though he wasn't expecting an answer.
Harvey was thrown back away from Gale, and he was thoroughly confused as to how. When he gained his composure, he turned to Ricky, frowning at the sight of someone coming in to the fight. Though this didn't mean he wouldn't be more than happy to throw a punch or two at Ricky.
Harvey lunged forward, letting out a typical sailor like war cry. It was as if he thought he was in a battle on his ship. When Harvey was a pace or two away from Ricky, he leaped into the air to tackle him and bring him down to the ground. Something he didn't need to do with Gale, but Ricky was very similar in size to Harvey himself.
Gale gasped as the large man landed onto of him. All air within him was pushed out into the fight, and he found himself trying to grasp for breath. However, while Gale was aiming to get air, Harvey was getting up. He groaned in anger and glared at Gale furiously. The gambler had got onto his knees, and the artist went to stand himself. He sat up, pulling his knees up and pushing himself up with a hand behind him. Harvey used the turned over table to stable himself and bring him to his feet.
The murderer had stood up faster, though, and saw Harvey using the table as support. This particular table was round. Maybe if he kept Harvey down for a few more ticks he could book it to the door. Gale raised his leg and shoved the table, it rolling out from under Harvey's grip, resulting in him stumbling and falling onto the ground. However, Gale didn't wait to see what happened to Harvey, because as soon as he kicked the table, he ran straight to the wall, down the clearest path to the door.
For a while, the pessimist thought he actually did it. That he was actually going to get out of there. He passed two other fights without much interference, which was a very big accomplishment in his eyes. But it was as if raise was supposed to come down on his parade, for a roaring yell sounded behind him and the thunder steps of a charge made its way towards him. Gale didn't even have time to look behind him before the enraged man wrapped his bulky arms around Gale's waist and tackling him to the ground.
Gale hit face first against the floorboards, leaving a spatter of blood on the dark wood. Blood smeared across his upper lip as his nose started to bleed. He hollered in pain, but his whine was met with Harvey's hand. The burly man, while the widower was complaining about his nose up and sat on him. He grabbed his left arm with a crushing grip, then pulled it up behind him. Gale wasn't very flexible in the first place, but this was really the only time he regretted it. Harvey raised his arm some more, earning him a whimper from the emancipated man. But apparently that wasn't enough. Harvey took his other hand and grabbed Gale's arm as well, then yanked it to the right, over his back.
Gale screamed in agony, feeling the distinct pop of his shoulder as Harvey pulled his arm out of it's socket. Nevertheless, Harvey let go and stood up. Apparently he was tired with him.
The man grinded his teeth together and he managed to roll himself over on his back, his right hand griping his elbow, as if to help keep his arm still. He opened his tightly closed eyes to see what happened to Harvey, but all he saw was the lower end of Ricky.
How did he recognize Ricky from the waist below? Well, who else was a brute in this bar that would go out of his way to stand between him and an angry beast of a drunken sailor? That and he knew Ricky pretty dang well. He was sure he could recognize Ricky if all he saw was his foot.
"Richard?" Gale questioned with a pain filled voice, though he wasn't expecting an answer.
Harvey was thrown back away from Gale, and he was thoroughly confused as to how. When he gained his composure, he turned to Ricky, frowning at the sight of someone coming in to the fight. Though this didn't mean he wouldn't be more than happy to throw a punch or two at Ricky.
Harvey lunged forward, letting out a typical sailor like war cry. It was as if he thought he was in a battle on his ship. When Harvey was a pace or two away from Ricky, he leaped into the air to tackle him and bring him down to the ground. Something he didn't need to do with Gale, but Ricky was very similar in size to Harvey himself.
