"How many cups did you drink, you idiot!?"
Ur let out a low roar, nimbly dodging the clumsy bear hug and using Hagrid's momentum to trip the drunken big lug hard onto the floor.
The move nearly worked, but Hagrid reacted in time and used his other hand to brace himself.
He spun around and used the momentum to lift himself up. He was moving too fast for Ur to handle, and Ur took a brutal punch to the stomach.
As Hagrid tried to follow up his attack with an elbow strike, Ur slipped out of his range and threw a terrifying uppercut.
Hagrid tried to jerk backward, but he failed to dodge it.
More furniture shattered with a crash. Hagrid shook his dazed head and got to his feet, but Ur was already beside him.
He swiftly struck Hagrid three times across the nose, ears, and temples.
"Ow! You... why are you beating me with the boss's moves? You—"
After the fierce barrage, Hagrid staggered around, unable to react. Ur, however, did not stop. He thrust both arms forward and hooked them around Hagrid's torso.
"Wake up, you idiot!!!"
Enraged, Ur used the Hell Throw technique he had not employed in years, roaring as he hurled Hagrid clear across the hall and into a towering stack of barrels.
Kaoreish clapped and laughed as he saw the barrel rack come loose, followed by every barrel crashing down onto Hagrid's head.
"Awake now?"
Ur asked between heavy breaths. Then he walked over, dragged Hagrid out of the liquor, and tossed him onto the bar counter.
Hagrid groggily wiped his face. His mind had finally cleared, and he found himself drenched in frothing Gataf—a potent beer brewed from various Squigs. Drink enough of it, and even an Ork would lose consciousness.
"I—I