"Whoa, hold on!" Viktor backed away from the angry young woman, whose eyes were showing a fire like she had in her rune.

"That kind of behavior is unacceptable!" Oulan exclaimed, advancing on him. It was enough to make Viktor back into the wall of the tavern, even though he had a few inches and many pounds on her.

Flik caught sight of the scene as he walked in, and just sighed. "What did he do now...?" he asked, his tone of voice long-suffering.

"She caught him groping one of the women that works here," Leona explained with a smirk. "Naturally, she decided to step in..."

"This isn't fair!" Viktor protested. "It was all in good fun, no harm done! It's not worth beating me up, is it?"

Oulan stood back slightly, crossing her arms and regarding him with irritation. "...Fine, then," she said after a moment's thought, sitting down at the nearest table. "A challenge. Arm-wrestling. Get your elbow on the table, bear-man."

"Hey, watch your mouth," Viktor growled, secretly relieved as he slammed his elbow down and grabbed her hand. He'd been on the receiving end of Oulan's Angry Dragon attack before, and it wasn't fun. Especially not in the stomach, after a few beers.

A groan rose from those gathered around, who had been expecting a good fight, but quickly they realized that this might be interesting after all. As strong as everyone knew Viktor was, Oulan wasn't going down easily - and it looked like she might not at all.

Viktor was feeling a strain he didn't feel often, and he gritted his teeth. "So what do I get if I win?" he grunted, hoping to throw her concentration off a little.

"You get to go home tonight without a bloody nose," Oulan replied.

"Yeah? And what do you think you'll get if you win?"

"Your word that you won't touch another woman inappropriately, until this war is over."

Viktor grimaced. "Not exactly a fun bet for me..." His grimace turned to a smirk as he got an idea. "How about I get a date if I win?"

Her tight smile was almost a sneer. "With who?"

"With you."

There was a loud thud as a hand hit wood, hard.

A chorus of jeers and whistles erupted as Oulan rose, grinning down at Viktor, who remained half-sprawled across the table. "Your word."

"Fine..." Viktor grumbled pushing himself back up in embarrassment. "I won't grab another woman until the war's over. Sheesh..."

Flik shook his head in amazement at the unlikely promise. "Who'd he grab this time, anyway?" he asked Leona.

"Me." Leona chuckled, and leaned over the bar to address him more privately. "And to be honest... I didn't mind a bit."

Another thud saved Flik from having to react to this, as they looked over to see Viktor laid out across another table. "Hey!" he yelled after Oulan, who was stalking out, her face red. "I promised not to grab another woman!"