It didn't matter to Rit that the odds were not even, for he had super epic ridiculous god tier powers and everything. And he was totally immortal so it really didn't matter. He had come here for such shenanigans as this, and was uber stoked that he was brawling.
With his ridiculous speed Rit dodged several Gutztomp punches and then grappled with the raging ork. He matched his strength to be exactly on par with Gutztomp, taking into account the considerable difference in size and weight. Even so, it seemed the tread on Rits smooth leather boots was not enough to match the ork, and he began to slide back. Meanwhile...
Rit threw an elbow into Aldanith's gut. The elf was a lot taller than him, but that didn't bother Rit. He dropped low after the elbow going to sweep the leg, but as he expected the agile elf vaulted over Rit, planting a boot to his face in the process. Elves, no matter the color or the universe, tended to rub it in your face when they scored a hit, and Aldanith would probably be no exception. Rit rolled away to avoid giving Aldanith an advantage, and turned to square off against this adversary. At the same time...
Rit took a gauntlet to the face and another to the gut as Phoenix went into a rage. He was not particularly fond of hitting attractive young women. Today though he made an exception. He struck quick, but not too hard, planting three blows to her face in quick succession. It was more meant to slow the girls momentum than actually hurt her. He then slipped behind her, hooking his arms up under hers. Before he could get his hands behind her head to complete the hold, the young woman threw back her head, connecting with Rit's nose. The blow stung, and he was left dazed for a moment.
As these three fights were taking place with great fervor, the other patrons of the tavern were rising and beginning to follow suit, clubbing the nearest person or throwing themselves into grappling matches. The magic around Jacob not only protected him, but also amplified his music, making sure it filled the entire building, even as the fighting renewed. Barett's voice was quickly drowned out, as the roar of brawling increased, and the music volume compensated to cut through the din. Barett got a tap on the shoulder from a newly arrived Rit.
"Less talky, more punchy," was all the all powerful guardian of the universe said before he threw a punch into the mans face.
