A Debt To Your Ancestors

[Illidan Stormrage]

Orion's fingers curled about the mug's handle. "Hmph. Better luck next time."

The hand on his shoulder gripped tightly. "That's the wrong answer. The correct answer is -"

Orion spun with beer in hand. "Yeah, I know what you wanted to hear. But you're not going to hear it, dick."

As the anger rose in the scavenger's eyes, Orion felt a thrill rise up in his chest. He'd picked a fight without even intending to, and his genetics awoke his mind. He felt the pull of his ancestry, urging him to punch the prick in the face.

Instead, he took a sip of his beer. He wasn't a warrior anymore. He had given it all away. Professional drunk was what he now aspired to. He would never battle again, as long as -

The scavenger slapped the mug from Orion's grip, shattering it against the old, stained floorboards.

"Oh, you did not just break my beer!"

Orion's fist flew before he recognised that he'd thrown it. The scavenger copped the hit on the cheek and stumbled backwards. The saiyan leaped to his feet, hands balled.

The second bandit charged at Orion, tackling him into a nearby table and snapping it in two. Orion thrust his knees into his aggressor, pushed him out of arm's reach, and fired a ki blast directly into his face. The bandit lurched backwards awkwardly, smoke pouring from his head. Orion leaned back into a handstand and hopped back to his feet.

The first scavenger whipped out a small baton and flicked it, extending its length twofold. His thumb held down a red button, causing sparks to jitter from its metal end. Behind him, his accomplice was rising to his feet, rubbing at the soot on his rag-mask.

The scavenger jabbed at Orion with electric baton. The saiyan kept on the back foot, stepping away from each strike. His foe grew increasingly agitated and moved forward with large strides, sweeping and stabbing in ever aggressive moves.

Orion's back slammed against a wall. The baton wielding scavenger's eyes smiled. His friend held a large, triangular shard of glass, still dripping with the saiyan's wasted booze.

As one, they charged.

Orion took a step toward the electric prod and dodged the incoming jab. He grabbed the scavenger's arm, and using his momentum, spun him around in a semi-circle and thrust. The glass wielding bandit caught the sparking rod directly in the chest, setting his body into an involuntary fit. His glass shard fell to the ground, and a moment later, so did he.

Before his last enemy had a chance to react, Orion kneed him in the gut and slammed his clasped hands over the back of his foe's skull. They slumped together on the ground, the sparks on the electric rod ceasing.

"Hey!"

Orion looked up. Another bandit stood at the doorway, his frame dwarfing even Orion's. He wore the same sand coloured shift and rags as the men on the floor.

"Did you do this?"