I entered the pub and was surrounded by dwarfs. They did not look happy, then again, neither was I.
" You seem to resemble that jerk Legolas kid," said one of the dwarves.
" Sir Legolas was no jerk. He was a great hero and even helped saved a dwarf," I said in a angry manner.
" Hehehe," laughed another," giving us attitude ey'?"
I got a glimpse of his thoughts and new he planned on attacking me. I teleported onto the barstool and brought on a barrage of arrows for them to play with. They all hit their mark, but the dwarves didn't seem to notice.
" You got bad aim kid," said the barkeep.
" I wasn't aiming at them, "I said. The floor was now covered in a quick melt ice, which meant water. I shot three high voltage bows sraight into the puddle while dodging more hammer blows. The dwarves all got hurt, but one small group of them ambushed me from behind. With my telepathy, I reached out to Max....