(btw this is part of a larger story that does not belong to me but my sister... And I wrote this) As Terowen went to bed, Guy turned to leave, but saw about 5 men getting ready to brawl. They were obvious drunk, Guy noted, but they were all big strong farmers. He walked up to them. "Now, now gentlemen, no need to fight," he began, but one of the farmers interrupted him "Shtay outta our buishniess..." he said drunkenly, throwing a punch at Guys chest. The ham-fisted punch thumped on its target, but it didn't look like it had any visible effect. Guy looked down at the fist. "That wasn't very kind, but if you good people have to fight, I'll be glad to oblige," Guy said, grinning with surprising battle lust. He only used one hand, but took out all 5 in one hit. One hit for all 5. The first flew into the second, the second into the third, and so on. Before everyone at the bar realized what happened, guy had already left.
By the way I wasn't really in my natural state (hint hint) so the writing is bad... But hey I enjoyed it