Artimeties
outside Brothel door.
Was on the floor laughing his ass off at Devon, tall kid that was a good on- His laughter was cut short as he felt an explosive pain in his jaw, holding the area not really screaming in pain but more like trying to laugh it off. HAHAHAHAAH OK! Ok. You little-drunk dick bitter, you got me. playing with his jaw a little to see what the damage was. broken. Good hit short stack and all you needed was a cheap move to do it. Luckily the blow didn't kill him, hell to be honest as good as a punch that was it was still a 5 out of 10 to Arty, number 10 belonged to his mother. Though he guesses that was also because of her ability to amplify her striking power but none the less, the worst he remembered her doing was when he was 11 and training with his brother it was a two on one sparring match. Arty and his brother were getting destroyed by their mother who at that time didn't hold back and nailed Arty in the with a kick in the stomach so hard he flew through several trees and was finally stopped at a large boulder... If he wasn't wearing Shadow he probably would have been killed was one of the first times he ever saw her cry which was rare.
And now this fucking scene... trailing off from memory lane Arty finally pulled himself up from the ground staring at where he figured Priscilla was standing at, letting out a pained sigh, chalk board and chalk from his tiny portal as well as a healing potion. Writing something down as he put his jaw back together painfully and then drank the potion, it would take 4 minutes until he could talk again so he was using paper. "Ouch." And what was written next to it was a 5 out of 10. Erasing that and then drawing some words and then showed them to Priscilla. "Ok, I get it! I screwed up, with the touching your boob and then opening my mouth. But to be fair you started this whole damn thing!"