Dakota glared at his friend for a few moments. Who in the hell was HE to even try to speak for him...? In a slightly drunken haze, he pointed a finger towards Brian as he screamed at him.

%$#@ you, man!!! You are the LAST person to EVER give advice on a marriage!!!

Indeed, Brian's marriage had recently been broken up, and the very fact that he would even try to say ANYTHING on a subject like this pretty much enraged Dakota. But Brian Ravenlock wasn't going to back down an inch, and he fired back.

"No, %$#@ YOU, you sorry arsed drunkard!! Have the balls to tell her the truth and stop making an after school special out of it, ya coward!!"

Rosie flashed Brian a look that was begging him to please just let it go and let her handle Dakota, but he wasn't finished.

"You never should have proposed!!! You didn't learn a damn thing from my screwup, didja...?"

Well, Dakota was slightly drunk, he was really pissed, and he just had someone shoot off at the mouth towards him. Yup, those were ingredients for major fireworks, and he stood up to approach Brian, making sure his point was made.

"What the %$^# do you care....you couldn't be bothered to pull away from your own %$% long enough to even stand up there with me, you sonofa%$^$..MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS..."

Yeah, it was true. Brian had been there the night Dakota and Rosie got married at the inn, but he had other things going on, which were apparently more important than standing beside his friend as he got married. Looks like Dakota hadn't gotten past that yet. Brian just shook his head to that.

"Oh hell no...You listen to me you sorry excuse for a screw up, you drag yer sorry ass outside, and we can square up."

Rosie had been tugging on Dakota's arm, trying so hard to get him to sit back down and cool off, but she wasn't even there now, as far as he was concerned. He nodded in response to Brian's challenge.

"Fine by me, mother%#$&@&.."

Brian had already headed out the back door towards the alley. Dakota wasn't far behind him, and as he stepped out there, Brian had already removed his coat, his glasses, and his gunbelt as he screamed at him.

"Get out here now, you piece of $%&#!! Im gonna show you just how much she hurt and Im gonna make it so you NEVER forget"

"I'm gonna beat your %$# like I shoulda done a long time ago, son..."

By this time, a crowd of people had rushed from inside the inn to witness this, including the horrified Rosie. Not another word was spoken as Dakota lunged at Brian, ramming his gut into his shoulder and lifting Brian into the air just a few inches to send him crashing down into a pile of garbage that was sitting there beside one of the brick walls, the only sound being heard was that of glass bottles shattering and wooden crates giving way as they crashed into all of it. After tackling him down, Dakota began to swing at him wildly with fists that were capable of caving in a man's skull if connected hard enough. Brian took a few of the shots, but was able to block a few as well, and he found the opening he needed to plant his boot right into the bottom of the Choctaw's chin.

Dakota's head snapped back and blood spewed from his mouth, but he was on a drunken warpath now, and he didn't give Brian time to get back to his feet. Pouncing him again, he grabbed his friend by the shirt to jerk him up just enough to slam his own head right into Brian's face. The more experienced Ravenlock was able to put his hands up enough to partially block the headbutt, and he was able to use his own momentum to kick flip Dakota into the side of the building, finally giving him a chance to get to his feet.

Meanwhile, Rosie was screaming, begging for them to stop. The sight of all the blood was almost more than she could take, and if it wasn't for Dean Santiago holding her back, she most certainly would have gotten in between the two of them by now to do whatever she could to stop this. A little ways off, the dragon named Icer, who was also a good friend to both Brian and Dakota, was snarling and pleading with them to stop. She decided she was going to try to end this herself, and she grabbed Brian to snatch him away from Dakota. He responded by grabbing ahold of this pendant which hung around his neck, which caused Icer to be shoved away. Dakota, meanwhile, had quickly gotten back to his feet, and as the blood continued to flow from his mouth, he was just grinning in a sick manner and rambling in Choctaw as he stalked towards his opponent once again, faking another blow to the head to get Brian's guard up, which gave him time to plant his boot square into Brian's knee. The hit was taken full force, and the sound of metal crunching could be heard as the knee brace which Brian wore simply caved in under the pressure. He sent a double fisted shot into Dakota's gut to get him to back off while he tried to recover from his knee taking that vicious shot.

A few moments later, Icer unleashed an attack on Brian. She had let her rage build up for long enough, and being shoved away made the ice dragon snap. She sank her teeth into Brian's leg, and he did what he had to do, which was to slam the hilt of his sword into Icer's skull. This gave the doubled over Dakota just enough of a distraction to be able to nail Brian with a well-placed below the belt uppercut and a left fist into his temple to stagger him back.

Meanwhile, Rosie had fainted for a few moments from the sight of all the blood being spilled, and Dean had been trying to revive her. His role was to keep her OUT of all this, and he knew that. As Rosie's eyes began to flutter once again, starting to wake up, she saw the brawl still going and snatched herself away from Dean. Dammit, she was going to stop this herself, and she tried to jump on her husband's back.

Bad mistake..

Dakota was still attacking Brian, and he cocked his fist back to land another blow to his head. Guess whose face his elbow slammed into as he was about to hit Brian again...?

Rosie was knocked out COLD, and she went down in a heap. Dakota quickly whirled around, having felt his elbow hit something. Eyes widened as he screamed a profanity upon seeing the damage he had caused. Wyheree quickly used her tendrils to pull Rosie away from the scene, where Dean held onto her as he was trying to revive her once again.

The opening was just enough for Brian to be able to charge Dakota once more and slam him into the cold, hard ground. He had absolutely snapped, and began raining down fist after fist after fist upon Dakota's face. He tried his best to deflect the blows, to block them, but Brian was a man possessed at this point, and he was unrelenting. Finally, Dakota reached up and his left hand gripped onto Brian's throat, immediately applying pressure on the adam's apple, threatening to rip it out...and for all anyone knew, he was very well capable of doing just that. Brian responded by leaning a little closer, and the fists turned to elbows being slammed into Dakota's face over and over again. His face was being absolutely destroyed, but he just held onto Brian's throat, fingernails starting to dig into his flesh. Brian couldn't keep up this attack for much longer, as he was quickly losing his air. Dakota continued to apply as much crushing pressure on his throat as he could muster....Brian's attacks becoming slower and weaker.

Who was going out first...?

Was Brian going to knock Dakota out, or was Brian going to be choked out...?

This is what it had come down to. Two old friends now brawling in an alley, fighting for so much more than mere pride. These two warriors were attacking each other with more ferocity than they had known in quite a while.

Meanwhile, Rosie's eyes were already turning a horrible shade of black and blue, as blood was gushing from her shattered nose. She suddenly began gasping for breath........