My dad agreed.
He didn't said 'Yes, I agree to your fight, let us fight it like men'
And then they got a respectable and understandable manly settlement of their issues.
No, my father just rushed at the Keima guy like a madman, then the people that almost received a glass on their head got up. To see what the fuck is happening, one of them didn't seem to be angry about the rogue projectile and started saying
"FIGHT! FIGHT!"
And then the drinking dumbasses outsides opened the doors to look inside at the sudden noise, just as the Keima guy blocked a wide haymaker from my father, and one of them heard the "FIGHT! FIGHT!"
And like drunk, dumb, and happy excitable drunks, they followed it "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
And at this point my father 'friends' were already sighing at the bullshit happening. Ponytail even raised a hand to get the attention of the Keima guy "That's a BAD fucking idea!" His tone was pretty loud, it's hard to be heard above the sound of drunks screaming and thirsting for blood after all.
Still. The Keima guy managed to answer while getting off a headlock my father managed to put him in. "HE'S THE ONE COMIN-!" And he shut up at my father knee in his guts before pushing him away and taking on a weird brawling stance. Both forearm close to the face.
At this point horse -or ponytail guy- was already sighing and ignoring the laugh of his average looking friend -the opportunistic one- much preffering to look at the bartender.
Bartender that was busy looking around at the growing chaos, at one of the youngest men, barely twenty, passing over the counter, almost running into me and leaving the bar before shit escalated even more.
Unfortunately, shit did escalate. They went at it, harder, and as it didn't improve, the barman muttered something I couldn't hear and left somewhere.
Couldn't really focus on where because I needed to slide away from my father friends jumping over the counter to avoid being swept in the fight. Most people did it really, until unfortunately, for the sanity of the horse guy, a mini sort of circle between the two fighters was formed, all while the fucking drunks kept screaming "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" and some of the more altruistic guys around stopped them from jumping into the fight because it's dangerous.
The two men duking it out, even if one is drunk. Are pretty big after all, the Keima guy is bigger than my father for sure, but my father isn't small, he doesn't stumble and pretty much rams into bandana guy -Keima- using his whole weight.
Right now they're wrestling like crazy fuckers, the Keima guy doesn't punch for some reason.
He just doesn't.
Instead he grabs my father under the arm, they sink and try to push each other to the ground, the Keima guy seems to have dominant position. Having more weight to push my father into-! Nothing, he pushes him into nothing because the eagle I've been hunting decided to twist around and shove the guy that was getting on top of him on the first surface he saw.
The counter.
I push myself off the counter and go with the two others behind to avoid the wrestling match going on in front of me, Keima's back impact the edge of the wood with a dastardly sound but he doesn't seem to notice.
Instead he gets a guillotine on my father. One arm around his throat, and push up to strangle him.
And it works.
My father starts choking right there, in the middle of the "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" someone in the background screams something "HEY THAT'S NAORU!" But then the horse guy gets back up to try and do something? Apparently?
"KEIM-!"
There's some names being thrown away, drowned by the sound of the drunks cheering, most of those names are my family name. 'Matsuoko'. However, nobody gets the time to act before father lifts the fuckin guy off the ground, right by his legs, and as he keeps being choked, neck red and veins popping like an alien is in there HE SLAMS Keima on a table.
He doesn't go through it, but Keima does free him from the choke, just to destroy his no striking rule by kicking him in the chest and send my father flying somewhere.
They both barely manage to catch some breath, and someone, one of the guy that was on the table Keima got slammed on grabs his shoulder and tells him something I can't hear but the guy talking stops as my father screams "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU"
And the talking guy frees Keima and get the fuck away from there as an angry drunken man rushes on his position with a broom in hands.
Well, that's what I call entertainment.
Still in the flow, I jump over the counter and stand on it to have a good view of the disappointing fight. Don't get me wrong. It's violent, it's dangerous, it's pure violence between a man that's semi-holding back, and another one that's trying to kill him.
It's violent and I would probably get crushed in a second if I went between them.
And to be honest, a lot of people would. That's why nobody else is doing anything. Because getting between two men fighting is dangerous, and so much can happen so fast in a fight.
You don't want to be the eagle.
Still.
It's disappointing to me.
At least to me.
Because really? Since I saw my grandfather move, I really expected to see something badass, some magic or the same speed from his own son.
But what I get is a raging drunk guy with a broom.
A raging drunk guy that stab Keima with a sharp precise thrust right on his ribs, a raging drunk that flows into a sword stance and swipe his broom like it's a sword so hard into his enemy leg that he gets sweeped down, a raging drunk that directly capitalize on the opening as if it has been drilled into him since birth even while spittle flies out from his mouth and just like spittle flies out, my father flies out. Against the ground. As a man, young, taller and bigger than both, body tackles my father on the ground.
The broom goes flying, and finally getting balls, horse man passes the counter and go help the guy to restrain him while screaming "KEEP HIM DOWN"
The bartender who has the same green eyes as the young man that tackled my father comes back at the same time.
Huh.
"GETS THOSE SCREAMING RASCALS OUT OF MY BAR!" Some people, hearing the old man scream, gently do their best to drag the drunk outside in the rain as the loud "FIGHT!" dies down, slowly, but surely.
When I can finally hear something that's not being shouted, the other friend of my father gets closer to the barman and starts speaking "Well, got worried for a second"
"Meh, at least the daddy's boy won, help me calm him down before he complains to that old monster, gonna get him something to drink"
The man, the opportunistic average looking man that was pretty interested about anything related to my grandfather, just like ponytail, shrugs his shoulder and takes a sip of his drink.
Wait.
Still got his drink? Amidst the chaos?
Huh, guess I'll call him steady hands.
Steady hands vault over the counter and goes do his reassurance job.
The drunks get thrown away.
And my crosshair is still on my father face. 11 nebe steps.
I won't miss.
Unfortunately, it seems like the eagle is protected by a wolf, and wolves are dangerous, they're fast, fast, and really good with swords, their own claws.
Looks like I'll need to get strong enough for the wolf before getting the eagle.
I hate nepotism.