The Boar-Barian!

Outside from Gold Springs, the sunset beginning to come over the small little town in the middle of nowhere. A peaceful day with no trouble from local thugs or any rogues that threaten the town's peace. However, as the sun set down the horizon, a large shadowy figure was roaming across through the area.

Approaching towards the town revealed two large white stallions, the left horse having black and the other having a blonde mane, clapping its hooves across the dirt making its entrance towards the town. The two stallions appeared to be quite heavy looking, pulling across through a large carriage off their hitches. It slowly began to stop over to the infamous Crushed Weasel, home to many thugs and thieves who frequent this bar to plan out heists or relax.

The carriage eventually stopped in front of it, the door slowly opening to reveal a large potbelly. The large figure pushed their right arm out first, pulling themselves out and stepping out to reveal themselves over the remaining sunlight.

The figure appeared to be a large light brown-tan colored boar, their dark red hair fallen across through their shoulders with a small braided side ponytail over his shoulder. The boar had a large gut, weighing over possibly 500 pounds of fat, standing a little short than Roxxie Roo herself but still menacing in terms of height.

Their only clothing was a torn red cloth wrapped around their waist, exposing a bit of their tree-trunk sized hips, and two metal shoulder pads, leather straps attached over his large guts and around his back to form an X. Strapped to his back was a large iron club, matching the size of its owner. His loincloth slowly exposed a bit of his glutes, a tail flicking out with a bit of red fur on the tip. Two small tusks poked out of the intimidating boar monster, a small bit of red hair across their lips before slowly walking inside of the Crushed Weasel.

The large figure burst through the doors, the sound of piano halting to a stop and many eyes laying onto the figure. Many bandits eyes' all laid their eyes at the newcomer standing menacingly. Not a hint of fear was on them, simply a stoic demeanor.

The large boar walked right on over to the bar, planting its glutes onto the small leather chair. The owner of the bar, Annabelle, took notice of the boar himself with a look of interest.

"How curious...Never seen you before..." Commented Annabelle, humming in thought. "A big tough fella now, aren't you? What would you like?"

"Hand me the strongest booze you got." The big pig grunted.

"Hmph. You got yourself a deal." Annabelle admitted, grabbing a nearby glass cup and sliding it over in front of the new guest. The large cow turned around, reaching the top shelf to grab a large beer bottle before turning around and pulled open the cork. Annabelle slowly pour it down the small glass, before she decided to ask, "So...where you from?"

"I travel." The boar admitted. "I come here looking for a challenge...and to see if they are worthy of a fight before I take home my prize."

"Oh? A fight, hm?" Annabelle hummed with a low smirk. "Well if you came to this town specifically for a fight, then you're out of your luck. The sheriff of this town is a nasty picky law-abiding fool that doesn't keep her nose out of things."

"...I shall be the judge of that." The boar snorted, taking a swig of his drink.

"Huh, sound mighty confident there. Who are you big fella?" Annabelle hummed sweetly, resting her arm against the table. Her cleavage stook out a little, possibly as a way to intimidate the big guy. The boar glances at her, humming for a moment if he should reveal his name. Before he could, a squeaky laugh echoed through the bar.

"Pfft, yeah, right." The boar finished up his drink, glancing back to see a rat bandit walking up to him with a dopey grin, hints of alcohol could be smell from his breath alone. "What makes you think that you have a shot? You may be big and strong, but all we see is a fat dumbass who looks like who can't even fit through! Hahaha! Just like that annoying weasel ass bitch...Bet she couldn't be able to handle all of us...What makes you so special?"

The boar slowly clenched his fists, annoyance spread before slowly reaching for his club.

"...Allow me to show you that I don't hold back from all those that I, Brawly, has faced up till now." He said in a condescended tone. To prove his point, he reached for his club and swung at the rat at the last second, sending him flying straight through the open doors of the bar. The rat crashed into a nearby wall, his tail twitching in pain. The rat slowly pulled himself off of the wall, eyes swirling and stumbling back towards the middle of the open dirt road. As the rat bandit began to slowly recover from the pain, a large shadow appeared above and then...!

SPLAAAAAAT!

A large butt slammed into him, his entire body vanishing before his eyes. A few eyes peeked out of the doors, gulping in fear at the sight of the large boar easily squashing that drunken bastard without effort. The boar sat down and began squeezing his glutes, grinding his large asscheeks across the dirt.

Pain etched through the rat bandit, silently having regrets over what he has done to earn this punishment.

After five minutes, Brawly pulled himself out of the ground with a large two-shaped butt crater in the middle of it. He took notice that no flattened rat was there, prompting him to look back to his behind to see the rat now plastered across his ass. The rat's entire body was flattened into a 2D tattoo, his entire body now a screaming face. Brawly snorted before peeling the rat off his butt and threw him over to a nearby open barrel, letting the now flattened rat flutter over and inside the barrel.

"I seek only challenge. And this Sheriff...I wish to test her in battle." Brawly declared to himself, clenching his fists. "And I will see if she is worthy..."

The other bandits inside of the Crushed Weasel all glanced at each other in fear, even Annabelle seemingly couldn't lie that she was curious of what the large fat boar could bring.

But if there was one thing...

"At least things won't be so boring tonight." Annabelle smirked.