Shouting could be heard at the entrance to Skullrender. A pair of mercenaries crowded in front of someone attempting to enter the establishment. One brandishes a firearm, the other holds up a wanted poster, declaring that there was a hefty reward for taking him dead or alive.
And in a matter of seconds, both individuals bring their hands to the sides of their heads, and snap their own necks. As the bodies drop, they open a passage for the man to enter freely.
Word of the kill count of one Legato Bluesummers had spread rapidly in recent days. Rumor told of a psychotic man who slaughtered without distinction, unable to be quelled by word or action. His face had been plastered on wanted signs across the wards and through the branches of the island. Anybody who paid even the slightest amount of attention to current events knew to stay away from him, and flee as quickly as possible if he were to make an appearance.
But here he is, inviting himself into the fight club, and taking a seat at the bar top. Not a word is uttered.