MTG Salvation

Skein's is a rather nice sandwich shop with a very down to earth feel. The decorations are simple but not to the point of seeming poor in quality. There are generally at least a few patrons frequenting the popular shop. Behind the counter stands a tough looking saaur with crimson scales.

The saaur gave Bobby what passed for a scowl.

Skein - "You'll go to the back of the line and wait your damn turn, or you'll get the hell out."

The glass shattered with a satisfyingly loud crash. The saaur jumped up onto the counter, hissing. He brandished a butchers knife in his right hand and a long chef's knife in his left hand.

The saaur hopped backwards behind the counter to avoid the club. The butcher's knife came hurling towards Bobby's chest.

The little bear found a knife thudding into the floor in front of him. The butcher produced more knives from his apron as he skirted the edge of the counter.

In his rage, Bobby flew over the counter. The nimble saaur sidestepped and lashed out, slicing into the large airborne man's forearm. Having missed his intended target, Bobby slammed hard into the wall behind the counter.

Under the counter were an assortment of papers, kitchen utensils, and knives. Just as he got his club up a knife rebounded off of it. The nimble lizard man skittered to the left and stabbed at his face.

Skein stumbled into the wall, if Bobby had any training in throwing weapons the saaur would likely be dead... As it was, one of the knives hit him butt first in the neck, illiciting a gagging sound.

Skein twisted off to the right at just the right time. He hopped back and grinned at Bobby.

Skein - "That all you got thief?"

As soon as the blackguard started to charge, the saaur opened his mouth and shot out a four foot gout of flames.

The club hit Skein hard sending the four foot tall lizardman stumbling backwards gasping.

The saaur slashed at the small bear, sending tumbling backwards, and leaving a red line across the left side if its face. Bobby saw that there was a stool right next to him.

The small statured man ducked and lunged forward burying one of the long knives in Bobby's thigh.