A short battle

The person sitting on the left side of the table wears an elegant suit, looks like a butler, is quite tall around 1.87 approximately, red hair as well as his beard, appears to be over 60 years old.

Björn was suddenly distracted, a very sweet and satisfying smell reached his nose, In the center of the table is a potpourri vase, this vase has rose petals, cinnamon sticks, flavorings. It causes a good smell and atmosphere to the place.

But that's not all, another smell came to him that he liked more, a smell that whetted his appetite. He quickly follows the scent to see what such a majestic thing was about that captured all of his attention, when he finished turning his face he saw a delicacy waiting for him on the table. Without thinking twice the young Viking approached him with great enthusiasm. Having had such a battle left him very hungry. Björn sits on the chair and prepares to eat that majesty, but before taking the first bite a female voice stops him.

— Don't you have manners?— Good morning at least. You look like a caveman.

—Good morning— Björn replies.

After answering, he realizes that this woman does not look very normal since she is completely covered with scales all over her gray body, she has purple hair, a fringe on one side of her face that reaches her chin, green eyes like those of a reptile, ash-red lips, a forked tongue like a snake, purple and pointed nails, a curvy body and a red Qipao dress over it.

The great smells of food touch Björn's nose, again and again, he steals all his attention, he begins to see all the delicacy that he is going to eat. A glass of milk with cinnamon, and on her plate a huge round and fluffy bread like a cloud, covered with grated coconut, inside is filled with soft and delicate cream. Björn's mouth is watering, without thinking about how much he started to eat as if he had not eaten for 3 days. In a matter of minutes, he had already finished with that delicate delicacy, and to finish he had the base of milk.

After finishing Björn feels happy, so he thanked him with a big smile on his face.

—God ... And then they say I'm the monster— the reptilian woman said as she drank a glass of honey water.

—I've never seen a person eat that way in my life—said the man sitting on the other side of the table. The butler got up to collect the things that are on the table. —I hope you enjoyed your breakfast.

—I enjoyed it like never before, I hadn't been given a good delicacy for a long time— Björn affirms with a big smile on his face.

Something is still spinning in Björn's head, he noticed that the girl is somewhat peculiar. Anyone else would have noticed from the beginning, but Björn being so hungry didn't think straight.

Something about this woman is familiar to me. Björn thought.

—Do I know you from somewhere?— You make me very familiar - Björn asked.

- Maybe yes or maybe no ... How many people do you know like me? - The woman answered sarcastically and referring to her reptilian appearance.

Wait she's the monster that almost killed me… What is she doing here? Björn thought as he squeezed the tablecloth very tightly on the table, Björn began to fill with anger ...

- She Here she has a glass of water - Said the butler as he put a glass of water on the table.

—S-sorry butler, I better bring me a mug of beer, I need something strong to withstand the presence of a certain person— Björn said.

The young warrior knows that although he is full of anger he cannot attack the woman, since he has nothing to do with it and he is also aware that he has no chance against her.

—Excuse me sir, my name is not butler, my name is Frederick Fénix. And let me tell you that the only reason I take care of you is that the Sorcerer ordered it and if it weren't for him you wouldn't be here. From now on we will have mutual respect— The butler clarified.

—Excuse me Mr. Phoenix, it won't happen again.

After a few minutes, Frederick brought the mug of beer for Björn, in a shiny polished wooden mug with polished silver decorations and inlaid with jewels.

Björn began to drink the beer, while the reptilian girl got up from her chair and walked slowly to where Björn is, being close enough she took the chair by the back and pushed it against the table, causing Björn to hit her stomach with the desk.

B-but what did you just do? Is she really the same monster that wanted to kill me? If so, I won't have a chance against her. Björn thought.

—Was breakfast delicious? - Said the reptilian woman ironically as she patted Björn on the back.

—Yes… It was delicious— Björn answered full of anger.

The tension could be cut in the air.

—Could you let me have my beer in peace? - Björn said.

The girl without paying much attention approached the barrels Of beers.

- You really are a sweetie, I'll also have another jug more - He said while filling the jug and taking it in a single sip - I'd better serve two - She serves it and also takes it in one sip - Well I think better three - Without hesitating, I take the whole jug.

-You know what! I could also have 4 more if I wanted - Says Björn while finishing her jug - Pour me another one! We will solve this in another way than by hitting - Björn said intelligently since he knew that in a fistfight it would be impossible to beat him.

After saying that he took 2 barrels and placed them on the table and pushed the chairs away.

—Let's settle our rough edges with a competition, whoever finishes their keg first wins. - Björn said very sure of himself.

—Okay, if you want to solve things like that it seems perfect to me — the woman replied.

—Let's get this over with— Björn said in a determined way, as he put the kegs down hard on the table.

—Oh boy ... You still have a lot to learn —the woman said as she took a barrel —Are you sure?"

— I've never been so determined — Björn replied as he lifted his barrel.

The battle began. The woman started first, she raised the barrel over her head and broke a small part of the bottom, the jet began to come out of her and fall like a waterfall into her mouth. Björn was not far behind, he took the lid off the barrel, took it with both hands, and started drinking from it like there was no tomorrow. Björn uses every muscle in his body to try to gain more advantages, but nevertheless, the reptilian woman was unfazed by that. She continued to drink in a very comfortable and relaxed way, without haste or despair, but despite all that, she continued to drink with great truthfulness.

I have to find a way to drink faster. Björn thought.

Björn in a desperate attempt to win the competition tilted her head back and raised the barrel over her head so that the liquid would flow faster. The beer ran all over her body, puddles began to form under her feet. Björn carelessly lost his balance and fell to the ground, but in a single movement he stood up and did not spill a drop, but that was not the important thing, what was really important was the time he lost.

That rare woman took great advantage of him. Björn tried to pick up the pace. Although it is a simple competition, they did not take it that way, they are actually testing his courage, his courage, and steel mettle. It is not just drinking beer here, the pride of both is at stake.

Björn is not aware of what is approaching him. He suddenly he took out a force that nobody knows where he came from, he started drinking like never before. The woman is surprised by that energy, will, and way of drinking, it is impressive.

The woman thought it was only a matter of time before Björn fell on the floor like a drunk.

I'm going to finish this barrel even if my body says otherwise. Björn thought.

The woman observed that her opponent was about to finish, she became more serious, she was determined to win this battle, so she began to drink faster.

Björn was about to fall, he could not resist another drop of alcohol on his body, he was already blurred and he is dizzy. After a few minutes of the beginning of that battle, Björn already felt like the winner and that woman is full of impatience to know who will be the winner of this competition.

Finally, Björn falls to the ground unconscious, defeated by alcohol, without the strength to finish the barrel and plunged by a clear defeat. Björn is lying on the floor covered in sweat and drenched in beer. On the other hand, the woman, regardless of what happened, finished drinking the entire barrel and was crowned the winner of this battle.