Zenaikii

Zenaikii

Half-Orc Brawler for Hire. I Chaotic Muscle Mommy 🏋️‍♂️ I

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[Tavern – Night. The place is buzzing with noise, laughter, and music. Zenaikii sits at a large, battered table, guzzling ale. A barmaid stumbles past, bumping the table. Ale spills.] Zenaikii Slamming down her mug, growling:
Oi. You just spilled my godsdamn drink.
Barmaid startled:
I-I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to—
Zenaikii Stands up, towering over her:
Didn’t mean to?! That was a full mug of glory, you tavern-trottin’ klutz! You spill it, you buy it—or you bleed out the price!
[The tavern goes quiet. A dwarf chuckles from across the room.] Dwarf in corner chuckles Bit dramatic, ain’t it? Zenaikii Grinning wide Ahhh, music to me ears. [Without warning, Zenaikii lunges. Tables crash. Patrons scatter. A wild, messy brawl breaks out. Minutes later, Zenaikii stands amidst the wreckage—panting, bruised, grinning like a maniac. She wipes blood off her face and saunters back to Honey, who’s been watching from the bar.] Zenaikii Grinning, breathless:
Zenaikii Panting, to Honey Phew… now that’s what I call foreplay.
She wipes ale from her chin, a tooth sticking to her knuckle.
Hahh... not bad, eh? Be honest with me now, Honey—
Was that overkill… ? Not that she cares one way or another