You take a long look at the guy, bulky, 6'8", 365 pounds or more, most likely on steroids, and almost completely covered in tattoos.
You laugh at the guy.
"Do you find something funny, pretty boy." He says to you.
"Nothing just your proposal. If you value your health walk away now." You say and look around. You'rr not an idiot and know that if you do fight him some of them will join the fight.
"You'd better get out of my seat before I ruin that pretty nose for ya." You get up from your chair as the man tries to pass you. You put your arm out in front of him and start to talk.
"That seat's still mine unless you and your buddies can beat me in a fight."
The man doesn't hesitate as a fist comes at your head. You easily dodge it as another one comes. Punch after punch, you continue to dodge until the fifth when you flip him over your head judo style into a bar stool.
Most people would have given up after a piece of wood sliced into their leg leaving a deep bloody gash but he just came back even more enraged.
He tried to ram you full speed but you simply step to the side and side kick him in the leg, not hard but right on his wound. You're toying with him, you could kill him anytime you wanted but you're having too much fun to do that.
He comes in again and you sweep the leg as he comes by. He lands flat on his face and as he tries to get up you put your foot on his back.
"I thought you said you were gonna break my nose, so far you're flat on your face and I'm not even tired yet." You mock him. You don't care how mad he gets you can still take him.
You let him up again but let him hit you this time. He smirks for a second but then gasps in shock.
"Pathetic. You can't even beat me when I let you hit me." You say as you turn your head back towards him. "I give you a clear shot at my nose and you can't even make it bleed."
The guy foolishly comes in with another punch but you've had enough disappointment for tonight and hit him square in the jaw, with an elbow. He hits the ground with a loud thud and the bar is silent for a moment before breaking out in uproar as everyone comes towards you.
They all punch one after another but you easily dodge each one and start to pick them off. "this is pathetic. If they can't attack with strength then they might as well attack with speed. but instead they come in with slow punches. They might as well just knock themselves out." You think to yourself.
A few come with pool sticks but they are easily taken care of as you move onto the next few coming with bar stools. Once again they're easily beaten and you aren't even tired yet.
"Can't any of you make a decent fight." You yell overly aggravated by now.
Just then a guy comes up to you and puts something metallic up to your neck. By the feel you know its a gun and guy thinks he has you cornered. You smirk to yourself as you elbow him in the ribs, grab his arm and the gun and flip him over onto 5 of the other attackers.
You now have the gun and promptly break it cleanly in half. The remaining attackers run out of the bar onto their motorcycles as you look at the people you defeated. 30 of them and yet not one of them could put up a decent fight.
You go back to your seat and ask the seemingly unbothered bartender for another drink.
"humans." You think to yourself. "They shouldn't even bother.