A rockstar!!

"YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" The tone of Orga voice shook the bar like an earthquake. Everyone around him in their hands was a drink, or a piece of meat or something of the sort. Orga wasn't everyone else. On stage with a microphone in hand and half way drunk like always he was singing. The guild was else where with other things and Orga had nothing to do but drink and sing. These days everything seem to be quiet but in the bar. The bar was loud from Orga voice and everybody was sick of it.

Cobra was one of the few people in the bar trying to get a drink. The noise from Orga voice made Cobra ears ring, they hurt almost as if they we're bleeding, the noise annoyed him to the point where he got up. That wasn't a good sign only meant one thing. A drink in hand and one eye close Cobra threw the drink in Orga face. "Will you shut the fuck up!!? Cobra asked with a smirk on his face an angry  one. He didn't shut up and he needed to keep his mouth shut.

Singing his heart out he didn't notice Cobra until he was hit. With some kind of alcohol all over his face Orga was upset. Looking around at everyone he saw Cobra. His smirk on his face, his annoying pissed off tone, his stupid one eye close made him look like a pirate. Enrage and with a simple look a bolt of black lightning struck the annoying man. The lightning bolt would shot him across the bar, outside into the street and then into a building wall leaving cracks. Orga believing that it was over went back to singing his song.

Owain jumped on the stage in front of Orga. "Stop there sir, what you've done was too far." Owain struck a quick pose, his right hand rested over his right half of his face. Owain saw what happened between the two, he was still resting up from his last fight with his rival.

Cobra bounced off of the wall. The bolt of lightning was strong and it hurt Cobra alot, enough to make him hit the ground. Coming back to his feet Cobra looked at Orga now he was in for a fight. Dashing into the bar he closed his mouth. Running into the bar he stop half way in the middle, with his mouth now opening slowly a bright red poisonous stream that covered the bar infected everyone with a poison.

Owain eyes quickly glanced back, as Cobra entered back into the bar, Owain quickly reacted. He flipped on top of Orga's shoulders using them as a platform to vault himself towards Cobra. As the poisonous stream was spewed, Owain sword glowed bright. He slashed at the smog that entered the room, the force from his attack not only cut the smog, but a powerful gust of wind pushed it out. "Everyone, please leave." Owain shouted.

As Owain was asking people to leave Aidan kicked open the door taking off his tophat and wiping some sweat from his brow. "Whew, it's a long walk to this town." He appeared completely oblivious to Cobra and Owain's attacks as they passed through his flame form and he sat at the bar. "I'll take a non alcholic beverage and directions to sabertooth if you have em."

"Listen I don't care for anybody here I just want this fucker to stop fucking singing!!!" Cobra yelled at Orga. His loud noise that was ringing in Cobra ears. That wasn't singing that was killing some kind of poor animal that needed to be freed. If he could have his way Cobra would rip Orga neck out but sadly there was people around and that wasn't going to be easy. A fight he wouldn't mind just have a drink and going about his business would be even better.

Orga touch his heart cause it was hurtful. To him singing was an important thing and Orga was like a rockstar. To think one of his fans didn't like his singing. Coughing from the poison, then from the heartbreak he couldn't think but he would endure it. "Listen MAN! I like to sing its my love, its my life, its my pass time and if you don't like it then leave!!" Orga yelled with his massive lungs. The amount of wind that came out of his mouth, how loud it was, made the ground shake, the chairs fall over, the tables shaking back and forth.

Cobra was getting really annoyed really fast. This was going to fly with him with all these people getting in his way anyway. He began to walk over to Orga he was going to take him outside himself just to battle. All he wanted was a drink and to be by himself. Not to hear some green hair freak sing all day he could keep that shit to himself. Thinking about this Cobra clench fist grew tighter preparing for a fierce punch.

Orga prepared himself for a fight and a big one at that.