Andrew blinked slowly as he was eying his opponent from across the room. How the hell did he end up in a situation like this anyway. Hugo was sneering in utter triumph, when he noticed who his fight partner was, the two obviously known to eachother as rival dock workers and engeneers.
"Well, well, well....what do we have 'ere" Andrew smirked, trying to look a bit more dangerous than he actually, was, yet he couldnt ignore the slight quacking in his knees. That guy could mount a weapon on a ship without any help...and there he was, staring at him like he was a rusty bolt, that needed some bashing before it would fall apart.
"Shut your mouth, Andrew, you just signed your own deathwish by coming here. We can always settle what we started a month ago..." With that the 5ft 9 man got out what seemed an old fashion toolbox and got out a massiva, rusty pipe wrench. "Now...come here, boy, you are up for a world of pain!"
Andrew gulped unnoticeably and move out toward the larger and more built man and chuckled. "Lets get this over with, bigmouth..." He then looked down for a moment. The floor was littered with broken glass and wood, bits of tissue, blood and other fluids covered the already dirty floor for almost a inch and it almost felt like the docking bay after some prankster had tipped over the oil tanks.
A yell was heard, declaring the start of the fight and Andrew couldn't even look back up, a half broken chair was flying right at him and with a sickening crack it hit him square in the chest, making him fall back and against the crowd, who, after a few lougs and mocks, threw him back into the fight area, making him fall onto his knees in the bloody mess and cough deeply, adding his own blood to the mix.
"Oi...Andrew..did i hurt you? Oh no...let me fix that..." Hugo laughed loudly and suddenly growled "Get your whimpy ass up and start fighting, you wont even touch me with that attitude...lets start then!"
Andrew could jump to the side just in time, to avoid another chair, being thrown at him, hearing a loud noise as he hit the wall of people behind him, the young man stood up and saw the dock worker charge, the wrench lifted so high, that he could see his wide eyed expression in it. Moving a little clumsily Andrew dodged the attack by launching himself forward and sliding on his side, his left leg kicking out, connecting to Hugo's shin, making him twist, as he let the wrench fall down and leave a dent in the plating, where only moments ago Andrew's face was. Hugo didn't fall, nor did Andrew remain laying, they merely switched sides, sliding over the bloody mess like ice skaters, quite used to this kind of mess in the docking bays.
The next thing that Andrew did was move a, surprisingly, still intact chair in front of him and kick it to where Hugo was standing, the larger man simply stomping it with his own leg it so hard, the once fine chair was turn to ruins instantly. Andrew, in the meantime was observing something on the bar for a moment and only noticed a flying ashtray at the last moment, feeling it brake his jaw completely. Andrew fell ack against a table, clutching his maw and glared at the now laughing Hugo.
"nghhh...." Was all he could pronounce, before running head-on at his enemy. His fist made contact with Hugos frame, while the larger mans arms gripped Andrews own, the rush making them turn once more and with a swift move, he drew over Andrews wrist with the wrench. Nothing to be expected from such an attack, but Andrew slid away, clutching his now heavily bleeding arm. The handle of that thing was sharp...not just sharp, it was almost like a saw, carved up and mangled, not ment to deal clean slices, but simply tear apart skin and meat. The feel of warm blood running down his now unfeeling fingertips made Andrew murmur something once more, before evading another kick from Hugo, the heavy plated boot striking a hole into the artificial wood bar, as it caught the larger males leg.
Without any hesitation, Andrews own leg came crashing down onto the immobilized opponents leg, making a loud snap, the bone braking quite easily, but at the same time, Hugos fist, the size of a good mug struck itself into Andrew's frame, making him literally fly up half a feet, before dropping heavily on the floor, once again coughing up blood, feeling his ribs relocate.
"You shouldn't have done that, Mort, rules, smules, now i slit your throat"
The man pulled his boot out from the hole, ignoring the broken leg completely and took the wrench once more, throwing it, hitting Mort right on his shoulder. Andrew could feel his right collarbone snap and another wave of utter pain washed over him, dazing him, he could barely notice the hand clutching his neck and throwing him back at the barstand, where only moments ago he had shattered his opponents leg.
Mort murmured something, his head swimming and the pain so great, he couldn't even physical move it much, before he noticed that small glint and reached for it, into the hole made by Hugo's boot.
The larger man grinned and lifted his foot above Mort's body, not even noticing the electric cable, powering the machines of the bar, offered him by the blood stained arm of his opponent.
ZZZZAP
The lights turned off, yet a loud THUMP was heard, the wrench falling with a metallic clunk and a splat next to its roasted owner, as well as a broken, half dead and still bleeding Andrew Mort.