This is the best pub fight Jacob's been in for a while. Not only are there the original bastards, but some of the patrons have joined in too, and it looks like some people from the street. This is what they needed, some reason to stretch and get the blood pounding, something to distract them from those damn dreams.
He feels alive, really alive, as he elbows a man waving a broken bottle in his face, and as the man doubles over he thumps him hard between the shoulders, sending him to the floor. There's another bloke behind him, trying to go for the kidneys and he manages to get one punch in before Jacob turns, fist landing on the man's jaw with a satisfying crunch.
A moment later, he's backing away from a man with a cudgel filled with lead shot, a bloody nasty sort of weapon and Jacob has no desire to be on the receiving end of it. As the man swings it again Jacob ducks, grabbing the man by the wrist and using his own momentum to bodily pull him forward, bringing his head down to nut him as hard as he can. The man goes down, and Jacob sees stars for a second, before launching himself at another bastard. As that man staggers away, Jacob realises he can't see Edward. He was there a moment ago, on the table. He's being beaten black and blue, by the biggest wanker in the place, the one that had originally been sat glaring at the two of them.
He steps forward, moving unseen among the other men fighting amongst themselves, and pulls the kukri from its sheath. Silently, it gets pressed against the bulging throat, stopping the man in his tracks before he can land another blow on Edward.
"No one gets to pin him apart from me." Jacob growls, as the Blighter gets carefully to his feet, still cautious of the blade. He breathes again when Jacob begins to move it away, only to knee him in the balls instead.
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He feels alive, really alive, as he elbows a man waving a broken bottle in his face, and as the man doubles over he thumps him hard between the shoulders, sending him to the floor. There's another bloke behind him, trying to go for the kidneys and he manages to get one punch in before Jacob turns, fist landing on the man's jaw with a satisfying crunch.
A moment later, he's backing away from a man with a cudgel filled with lead shot, a bloody nasty sort of weapon and Jacob has no desire to be on the receiving end of it. As the man swings it again Jacob ducks, grabbing the man by the wrist and using his own momentum to bodily pull him forward, bringing his head down to nut him as hard as he can. The man goes down, and Jacob sees stars for a second, before launching himself at another bastard. As that man staggers away, Jacob realises he can't see Edward. He was there a moment ago, on the table. He's being beaten black and blue, by the biggest wanker in the place, the one that had originally been sat glaring at the two of them.
He steps forward, moving unseen among the other men fighting amongst themselves, and pulls the kukri from its sheath. Silently, it gets pressed against the bulging throat, stopping the man in his tracks before he can land another blow on Edward.
"No one gets to pin him apart from me." Jacob growls, as the Blighter gets carefully to his feet, still cautious of the blade. He breathes again when Jacob begins to move it away, only to knee him in the balls instead.