A happening at the Gateway in April of 1989 involving Innsbruck.
  
    A small group of children play near a gate with an anthill.  Shoving 
little rocks and twigs in the holes to see if the ants will move them or 
make new holes.  The children are completely oblivious of the fact that 
there is a large hairy man coming up behind them. 

   "Hey you little cretinous dung lickers!"  he yells to the children.  "You
wanna know what it's like to have someone shoves sticks and rocks into your 
house?" the man asks quite menacingly.  The children are taken aback by him 
and one of them begins to wimper in terror, his lower lip quivering like 
good jello.  

   "I'll show you insect abusers what life is all about!" he yells, while
drawing his sword, causing the children to huddle together in terror.  "Life 
is about death, you miserable little scum buckets!"  And with that, the 
large barbarian type begins walking towards the children. 
  
   Then, from behind him, a stern and powerful voice is heard.  "I wouldn't 
do that if I were you." He turns to see a woman holding a sword that is 
nearly as long as she is tall.  She does not hold the sword awkwardly.  The 
man laughs.  "And why shouldn't I do it, wench?" he asks Innsbruck.  Before 
she replies he continues.  "Why don't I just gut the little beasts and then 
have my way with you, eh?  I like that idea..." he seems to slobber a bit at 
the thought.  Innsbruck is disgusted and says, "I wouldn't do that if I were 
you because if I were you I'd realize just how prescious life is, and just 
how few moments of it you have left."   

  The man begins to laugh uncontrollably, but advances upon Innsbruck with
his long sword high, and brings it down in an attempt at cutting her in two, 
from the top down.  With hardly an effort, Innsbruck steps to the side and 
watches the man's sword imbed itself in the ground.  The man stops laughing. 
"Why y--" he says, then stops as Innsbruck holds a >knife< to his throat.  
"I would suggest you leave now, mister, before I decide I'm not having fun 
anymore." she says. 

  In response the man jumps back and whirls his sword into a defensive
stance.  He is clearly a veteran at staying alive.  So is Innsbruck.  He 
says, "Wench, I'll show you what fighting and dying is about first, then 
I'll attend to the brats."  He rushes forward in a mad rage, the sword point 
aimed directly at Innsbruck's neck, and suddenly finds himself flying face 
foward into the street.  Innsbruck says, "Having trouble today, are we?"  
The man mutters something and regains his feet.  Suddenly he relaxes and 
says, "Well, it's obvious you are too good for me.  Let's shake and make up, 
eh?"  

  Innsbruck nonchalantly replies, "Fine." as she sheathes her broad sword.
As she walks towards the man he reaches to scratch his back, and suddenly 
there is a throwing axe flying.  In a smooth motion Innsbruck catches the 
axe that had been flying towards her head, uses it's own momentum to whip 
around her body, and let's it fly towards the barbarian.  The barbarian is 
not quite so lucky for the moment he realizes that something has gone 
drastically wrong, the axe is buried in his forhead, and he falls to the 
ground, quivering in death. 

  Innsbruck walks to the body and takes a large pouch from the man's side,
weighs it in her hands, and says, "Hmm... only about 5000 gold in here. Oh 
well, enough for one day's children saving, I suppose." 

  She then leaves the area, which had become quite populated with gawkers,
in search of somewhere more peaceful.

--Referee