[The hustle, bustle, varying chatter and random assorted laughter of the bar is more or less a constant wave of sound- forming a cacophony of general noise almost impossible to pick specifics out of without heavy concentration.

Yet as there's a loud bang, it dies to nothing.
One voice can then be heard. And it sounds indignant.]

Yeah? And I'm tellin' you, half the shit you put into yourself before you fought ain't exactly sticking to the rules either. Didn't make you any stronger- you lost. Get over it.

[He's shoved. Right into a table, actually- and despite the fact that glasses are certainly upset, the people huddled around it both yell and shriek- and a loud Oi! from the person behind the bar is certainly heard, he's up quickly. And he's in the shover's face just as quickly. Should Ciri look over, she'd see a .... well. Vertically challenged man in military trousers, military boots, and a plain vest get right into someone much taller, and much wider than him's business.]

You think crying about it and calling cheating makes you look any stronger? You're pathetic.

[He doesn't move to strike him in turn. Instead, he turns his back.]

I'm out.

[Oh no. He's got no idea that the man's now drawn his sword.
What do, Ciri.]