User blog:Vaince321/Arc 4 Chapter 3: Patriots of the Storm

Despite being held by his arm, Almer glared into the person's eyes. He requested him to let go of his arm before he starts a brawl.

???: Do you know who you're talking to right?

Almer: So what? Does it look I care?

???: Hmph, for a small guy. You sure do have a lot of confidence against us.

Almer: Why don't you leave me alone? Do I look like I'm worthy of doing anything?

He swiped his arm back on the table, releasing the grip and talking a sip of his drink. The person then gave a smug face before slamming his hand on Almer's back, spilling the drink and angering him at the same time.

Almer: Are you asking for trouble??

???: I'm only asking you to join us. Is there a problem?

Almer threw a punch at him before switching to a jab at the stomach, escalating into a bar fight with him and that person. Announcements reached Charles as he was about to rest and suddently rushed out towards the Lounge. When he reached the Lounge, he saw Almer fighting against a rookie and intervened the fight.

Charles: Son!! Stop what you're doing at this moment.

He grabbed his son's shoulders as the rookie was held down by his friends.

Almer: He started it after I took a sip!!

???: He asked for it!! He didn't want to join us since we're 1 man short.

Charles: Rookie. Stand down!! Almer, I want a brief explaination at my room later.

(I'll continue this later on, maybe tomorrow)