You decide to kill the whole crime family that killed your parents

So You and your brother Brack are drinking beer at The Shamrock and Sternum. Three big ass mob enforcers walk in. They demand money from the bar tender. You kinda like the tender, James Wrunch is his name. He is letting you and your sorrowful brother build up a tab here. So you feel defensive about the man and his little pub. He says he has no money so the spokesman for the thugs, a six foot three Russian shoves the little man back hard. He knocks over a table on his way down. With a resounding crash he hits the floor and curls up injured. Fuck that! You have a long neck beer in your hand that you have not opened yet. You smash it over the giant Russian's head, he nearly falls. The other two thugs, a fat broad Mexican built like a bull and a Mollkin with a mis-shapen pumpkin of a head grab you and fling you over the bar, crashing into the drinks below. Your brother Brack foot sweeps the mollkin thug but the thug stays standing. Mollkin spins and drives his elbow into Brack's nose, breaking it with a bloody squirt. The Russian grabs your bro by the wrist and he swings him into the wall hard enough to knock all the plagues down. You get up painfully from behind the bar in time to see the Mexican kick your brother in the ribs hard, you hear a moist crack. You jump over the bar and jump the Mexican, you knock him down but the other two kick you off him before you get the third punch in. Then its a hard punch from the Russian that lands you in a long black gap of oblivion for awhile.

the mob, too tough for shirts