Strength

As he walked down stairs, he had this feeling... a premonition... of what was to follow...
He has been in too many of these situations, not to know that it will explode... it always does... but somehow, he couldnt help himself...
There were three men inside, one standing at the bar, and two behind a high table, drinking whiskey.... it's amazing how details are obvious in situations like these... without seeing them, you are bound to loose.
As he came down, the men looked at him... they knew who he is... they knew what he came for.
It's a special feeling you get, when you see someone, that you know has come for you... you know there is little chance of solving things before they escalate...
The man at the bar stepped back, backing up in to the corner, while the other two stayed still... waiting...
He said nothing at first, still checking out the situation... no matter who you are, two or three at once are a hand full.
There was no backing out now... they would take it as fear... and that would have severe consequences.
He stepped towards the two men... all he said was:" What's up!"
This was the last chance of a calm solution... but one of them looked at him, hands on the table, prepared to jump... "What do you want!?"
The tone was wrong... no way out... the game was on.
From now on, he stopped thinking... everything must be instictive... it's him... or them.
He streched out his left hand, grabbing the man that spoke behind his head, and pulled towards himself... he slammed his head in the table... he could feel bones braking... a feeling of solid turning in to liquid...
In the next moment, the other one jumped towards him, striking with his fist...
he moved a bit to the left, avoiding the punch, and at the same time hitting the first one with his left hand again, just as he lifted his head of the table... he could see blood for a second...
than he moved forward, grabbing the second one just as he lost his balance missing with the punch... and he throu him over the table... seeing him bounce of the wall...

Than he stood ground. Waiting... almost proud of himself for keeping himself under control... not finishing them off...
they looked at eachother... still silent... it was over...
althou he knew... this will go further, as they started pulling out theire cell phones...
he laughed... seeing the first one trying to hold the phone... with a broken hand... blood runing over the numbers...
he left... tomorrow is another day