And there it was, the victory speech accompanied by a finishing blow. This girl was nothing, she could be squashed like a bug if it was not for Ronar's inebriated state.
Curse this wine. But now the sweet relief will come over me.
Her little speech was over, then she swung out with an uncontrolled punch. Ronar could have moved out of the way, but he wished only to sleep now. He nodded his head forward slightly, taking the punch to the Sphenoid bone located just in front of his temple. This blow would not kill, like a strike to the temple would, but would shock the brain into unconsciousness.
The strike carried a heavy force behind it and sent Ronar sprawling to the side. He became unconscious, but only for a few brief seconds between impact and coming around in a small puddle. Apparently this attack was not as effective as planned.
Ronar groaned and tried to sit up. His ribs ached and his face felt like it had been stamped on. But, his memory was starting to fade as he began to massage his head.
He remembered sitting at the table in the Withering Rose, casually drinking his way through a deep, throaty liquid. Wine, if he recalled correctly.
He then remembered there being a disturbance of the peace, with some drunken fool, but that was pretty much all he could remember. He had little idea why he was now on the floor, with his head feeling like it had split itself open. Nor why he had blood trickling from his mouth, nose, and as he raised his hand to his eye, he felt a lump, steadily rising. His view out of his left eye was becoming gradually more obscured until he was forced to close it out of pain.
Looking up for help, Ronar saw a tall, pretty girl standing over him. She had blonde hair and held a deep set determination in her eyes. Ronar recognised her, but could not say how as he could not remember. Right now all he was bothered about was sorting his eye out. It burned in a dull kind of way. It throbbed and could be heard throbbing over all other noise around him. The girl said something, but it could not be understood in his confusion.
Coughing and spluttering, he forced himself up from the floor. He swayed a little as he got to his knees, then powered himself up to stand. A swooshing sensation traveled into his ears as all the blood surged from his head. He felt elated and dizzy, tired yet slightly buzzed with adrenaline. But for the life of him he could not tell why.
He needed help fast before he passed out again. He looked to the girl again, who was still talking away.
"Listen, friend.. I seem to have forgotten your name.."
The pain in his eye seared and a wave of sickness came across his entire body. He started to shake and felt his complexion drain of colour.
"I don't feel too well.. Maybe you could help out an old friend? You do remember me, right? It's me! Ronar!"
On that note, he stood up a little straighter and tried to flash a smile, however fake it looked. He then doubled over from the pain in his gut and felt himself throw up. It was not a great amount, but enough to matter. He opened his good eye up a little, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and grinned merrily.
The colour drained completely from his vision and Ronar then felt himself falling..
Falling..
He collapsed then, in the direction of the girl and the vomit at her feet, unconscious and oblivious to the world around him.
by Blizzard on June 21st, 2012, 1:24 am 
