A Barfight

There was something enchanting and enticing about the Miserly ballad. It was a beautiful sond about a child being a miser to many so that he can save up for the homeless and help them but when the others come to know about it they tell about it to the boy's parents. Since the boy was a rich aristocrat's son, it meant the boy wasn't raised like a man. The boy then goes to sing this ballad.

To the eye it feels enchanting to watch someone in trouble. It always seemed like there was a certain happiness that occurred through watching others suffer. Someone thought it was due to the fact that the person who is in suffering is foreign from us. Not us.

It gave a sense of happiness to whoever who gazed. Kind of like happiness that our choices weren't wrong. Korkinim had a friend who was into philosophy and wouldn't stop talking about stuff like that.

The ballad took a bit to prepare. Korkinim could see Rand coming towards him. He had changed into good looking clothes that he had loaned out from Mandor. He even changed his hairstyle and accent. Few of the drunkards couldn't even recognise him.

'Is this seat taken?', he asked by gestures.

'No.' Korkinim shook his head.

''It must be hard in this town as a stranger I didn't see you before.'' Rand could lie as easy as breathing. He was gifted. Not a single sign of discomfort on his face.

Now it was as clear as day that he wasn't really a gentleman he made himself seem to be he was a cheap theif with little to no self esteem. Not that Korkinim cared anyway.

'I am from a different place, just wanted to have a stop at the local bar.' Korkinim had ordered himself a drink and was pretty clear as to what was going to happen.

'Well I am a local and if you need anything please feel free to call me.'

Just then the two accomplices that as if on que, went up near Korkinim. The female spoke, "Now we could do this easily and you hand over everything you own and we walk away peacefully or...'

'Or what?' Korkinim asked gesturing with a stone cold expression.

Bonnie had never once bothered to learn sign language as it never occurred that it would be useful. She turned at Mandor but he wasn't any better at it either.

Rand stepped up, "Or what?" he shouted.

''You wanna play dumb with me?" Bonnie said. She was about to hit him but Rand stepped in middle. However Korkinim was as unflinching as ever not giving a damn.

Sensing it, Rand gestured Mandor to pull out a knife. As Mandor did that Rand fell back and said, "Hey d-don't hurt me!!" He fell down after saying it.

"Just give us the damn Money!!!" Bonnie shouted.

Now Money wasn't really a big deal to Korkinim. In fact it would take less than a day to earn back what he had on him. But the problem was such people who wouldn't work for it. It was clear after taking his money they would just party it up on alcohol and soon be penniless and again would try to rob somebody like him.

"Or what?", Korkinim said without shouting but loud and clear. "You people need more catchy one liners if you want to beg properly."

"You little shit!!!" Bonnie had lost her patience and almost in the same instance the Miserly ballad started playing.

With one swing Korkinim threw her out of the window. And she lied on the road coughing up blood.

Mandor was furious but he didn't catch anything. "What did you do?"

"I defenestrated her." Korkinim said calmly.

Mandor tried to stab him but Korkinim was too fast and he broke his nose and stabbed his leg. He then punched his head and threw him out from another window.

All this time the Miserly ballad was still playing at full volume without a stop. It was almost ringing in everybody's ears. Taking the hint Rand had ran away.

Now Barfights were pretty common but mostly someone would pay for it and the broken ware. But the bar owner was very pissed that the Miserly ballad was being played in his bar. It was widely believed that the Miserly ballad was cursed and wherever it would be played destruction of property would occur.

"Shut that stupid song and do your werk." The owner shouted.

"Hey I requested that song!!! At least let it Finish.'' Korkinim shouted.

"Pay for the damages, Clean your mess and git the hell out of here." The owner shouted. He was a muscular man and he was always in a bad mood.

"Get out...I have just started!!!"

Korkinim hurled out the chairs to smash the glass and started burning the place down.

"You son of a bi-" He didn't finish the sentence as Korkinim threw a bottle straight at his face. "You better tone down I can't hear the ballad!!!" Korkinim shouted out loud.

The mercenaries had already left and the other drunkards started to fight Korkinim. It seemed as if Korkinim was handling a bunch of ants. None of them were able to land a single hit on him as he was fast, he however beat the living hell out of them. He would throw bottles, hurl stools bang their heads on the floor and throw them out. Soon not a single window was left unbroken.

Seizing the opportunity Rand quickly went to help his associates.

"That little shit!!! I wi-" Bonnie coughed up more blood.

"Don't worry the boss will look after it." Rand said. "Let's get to our hideout."

The two were afraid at the mere mention of their boss' name.

"Do you thi-" Mandor wanted to object but the broken rib stopped him midway.

Behind them there was a bright burning orange building. And he decided that it would be the right punishment for him.

Back at the bar everybody had fallen flat after facing Korkinim. He led the children out through the emergency exit and pulled out the dozen drunkards through the door onto the street.

He looked at the little boy from before. Watching his prison break down, he lent out a giggle. Soon he was laughing uncontrollably.

Korkinim saw him and smiled, he placed a hand on him and said, "Let's find you a worthy home."

The boy hug Korkinim and let out tears. The others soon followed suit. There were about Ten children who were clearly broken and they grieved at the sight of their savior. Korkinim had avoided them the fate that he had suffered.

From back Korkinim felt a hand on his shoulder and soon he had cuffs on.

A Sherrif had already came running and behind him Korkinim could make out the faint outline of the bar owner in the distance.

"Pay us a visit dear sir." The Sherrif gently said .

Korkinim smiled even more, almost creepily and said.

"With Pleasure. Lead the way."