In the dimly lit bar, a hulking figure named Izmael Jax sat, his quiet strength a contrast to the boisterous chatter. A frail, sickly figure entered, his eyes burning with malice. Tamas, a newcomer with a history of violence, challenged Jax, the 'Tank.' Jax's protective instincts kicked in, and he unleashed a primal rage, pummeling Tamas into submission. The bar horrified in stunned silence as Jax left, leaving behind a trail of shattered glasses and a message for the weak: never to be touched again.
