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table leg and smashed it across the man's face, throwing him off to the side.
    Taylor tilted his head back while still on the floor and saw Jafar standing about idle and watching the display.
    "Not gonna help?"
    "You said not to."
    "When did I say that?"
    He looked up to see a foot about to slam into his face. He quickly rolled over, clambered to his feet, and looked over to Jafar again.
    "You want help now?" asked his friend.
    "Yes!" Taylor hollered.
    The hulking thug was now on his feet and once more coming at Taylor. He swung clumsily again. This time Taylor parried the strike with his left, and with his right grabbed hold of the huge hoop in the thug’s ear and ripped it way through the flesh of his lobe.
    With a big hook, Taylor smashed the man to the ground as he cupped his ear in agony. But a few seconds later, his pained expression turned to anger, and he was coming at him like a raging bull. Taylor had no time to move and did his best to brace for impact, but from his flank came Jafar at lighting speed. He barged the huge man aside, throwing him onto a nearby table that collapsed under his weight. His friends stopped for a moment at the scene, turning their attention back to Taylor and his alien friend.
    “Get ‘em!” one yelled.
    Six men rushed at them brandishing chairs and bottles. The bar erupted into a hail of punches and bloodshed. Five minutes later, Taylor and Jafar stood over the bodies of their attackers who were now unconscious or incapacitated in some way. The rest of the bar’s patrons could do nothing but watch in amazement. Blood poured from Taylor’s nose where he had been struck more than a few times, and his jaw ached like hell. Despite the pain, he managed to break a smile to Jafar.
    Sirens could be heard approaching on the road outside, but they made no attempt to run.
    “You’re going down for this!” shouted the barkeep.
    He rushed out from behind the bar with a scattergun in hand as if to act all tough, now he knew he had the authorities close to hand.
    The young lad who Taylor had so recently been conversing with leapt forward to jump in the way.
    “Hey, come on, you saw who started this!”
    “You keep your mouth shut, kid! These boys came in here looking for trouble, and they found it.” He turned his attention to Taylor again, “We don’t want your kind here. You fucking soldier boys are all the same. No war to fight, so you start one.”
    “Marine,” replied Taylor sharply.
    “What?”
    The barkeep rushed up to Taylor with his gun and tried to jam it in his face.
    “What was that you said?”
    Taylor gave him not a second longer to make his pathetic attempt at intimidation. He snatched the barrel of the gun and ripped it from the man’s arms and turned it on him.
    “I didn’t spend years of fighting and losing friends to put up with this shit.”
    He spun the stock around and struck the man’s face, breaking his nose. He dropped to his knees, blood pouring through his hands as they cupped his bleeding face.
    The door of the bar burst open and police rushed in. Taylor instantly released his grip, as to not be gunned down by trigger-happy local authorities, but he was still as calm as ever.
    “You just remember who it was who fought so you could live your life,” he stated.
    He knew his words would be lost on the bar owner, but he seemed to get some sympathy from those watching. Others were disgusted by his actions and seemed to view him as the sort of degenerate who they’d rather have behind bars.
    “Freeze!”
    It was over. Six cops all ready to pull the trigger rushed them. Two pushed Taylor over against the wall to cuff him. They tried the same to Jafar but could not move him. One stuffed a gun in his face and screamed. “Turn around! You are under arrest!”
    He looked to Taylor first. He wouldn’t take the command from a stranger. Taylor nodded in agreement for his friend to accept their fate, but he smiled at the cops, revealing blood seeping into the gaps