A hand, holding a heavy green bottle, arose above a tall patron's head, and with the force of a bear, the man dropped it down. Artemis rolled out of his reach, and the glass shattered on the counter, crumbling into a myriad of pieces. Somebody threw a chair after him, which flew only an inch above his light hair, and hit the other man straight into his face.
The elf bolted towards the door to escape the loud and angry drunkards, gasping for breath, when a big hand grabbed his ankle and pulled it back. He lost his balance and crashed into the ground head-first, painfully grazing the side of his cheek. "Get back and pay, you bastard!" the man shouted. "Or run back to the swines where you belong!" added the tavern keeper, furiously scowling at Artemis's figure, avoiding the man's punches.
Someone else grabbed him by the back of his rugged shirt and tossed him over one of the tables, further towards the door. Artemis landed on the ground with a loud thud, and as he scrambled to his feet, he could feel something warm flowing down onto his lips. With his sleeve, he wiped the blood, streaming from his nose, and kicked his attacker, who got to him, into the head.
Another pair of hands grabbed his shoulders, twisting them into an unnatural position, and picked him up into the air. Somebody opened the door of the inn, letting a cold gust of wind blow a few specks of snow inside, where they melted into water right after.
He was thrown out onto the bar onto the stones in the street. A sharp spike of pain came through his body when he hit the ground, but the men followed, and he had no other choice than to stand up again and keep fighting. It was uncomfortable, standing in the wind only in his shirt, but the cold never bothered him.
Taking a defensive stance when a large man stepped to him, he snarled at the drunkard. An enraged scowl was most likely meant to be a reply... Or a warning for the punch that came after. Artemis covered his face with his right hand, but the man ripped the already damaged glove that covered his hand, and his knuckles, sliding in the hard leather, left a deep scratch on the back of his hand and his wrist.
It was his turn to strike back... The same hand was launched at him with a blinding speed, and hit the man's jaw with a strength far larger than someone as scrawny as the elf would be expected to show. It sled over his skin, and left speckles of blood on it...
A crust of ice formed where Artemis punched the man, and quickly spread, covering half of his face, his neck, and shoulder, completely freezing it. The rogue flinched back, staring at the patron with wide eyes. "F**k." he whispered. I'm in deep shit...
The man fainted right before his eyes, and Artemis only stared as his body, frozen for a large part, collapsed right before his eyes. He was shivering in the wind and snow was landing on his shoulders and head, but it surprisingly wasn't melting when it touched his skin.