"This way, looks like someone has been walking around here besides the goblins" Karl walked to the stone building and stopped at the unlocked door.
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From a somber battlefield to a somber graveyard, if they had been tending to the dead os said battle, this would be where they would carry them...but ironically they were here on business with the living. The cemetery looked cared for, but not with too much zeal, and it mostly seemed undisturbed if one didn't count the vanquished grass Probably our goblin friends on their merry hunt He rolled his eyes at their routed foes, then focused on the disturbed foliage...hoping to gleam some clue or sign of where their friends went next.
"Might as well find out the reason behind this attack. I really can't see what they could be looking for in a graveyard...unless you are in the habit of burying the dead's valuables with them" Karl stepped away from the goblins, glad to escape the flood of words and senselessness that he almost drowned in. "Whatever this "Mopeyman's" reason is he probably left a trail or a clue...if we are lucky maybe both"
"You heard my friend, answer him" Karl kept his eyes on the noisy pack, and especially the one who provided them with surprisingly useful information So they do have a desire for survival...and here I thought they were too mad for even that.
"Aye, Longshanks is still here" Karl's smile widened "So if you want to be here as well, you'll tell me why you've attacked the town, and who is giving you orders"
Sobbing and wails was the chorus that awaited the end of their battle, and it was rare indeed when the swan song of bloodshed didn't involve such tragic melodies. The sights that accompanied the pained echoes were quite fitting; uninjured men and women helping those who were not so lucky. Decimated store fronts, their lumber here and there, with its offspring of splinters strewn around them. The blackened stones of homes that had known the bite of fire, and the still rising trails of smoke that scarred the slowly darkening sky. It was all too familiar to Karl, his long strides slowed not because of what he was experiencing but because of the blows that he had taken, but they would heal, he was glad his itch was gone too. A surprise to the hardened man though was the glimmer of hope and gratitude that shined in the eyes and echoed in the words of these people. He was not used to such things, and often he'd look back awkwardly, before nodding to those these men and women. Karl had fought for his own reasons and survival as he usually did, and he wasn't used to his selfishness being complimented It isn't like they have to know, and besides a good bounty hunter and sellsword needs some renown Finally they came upon the sheriff, a person that Karl knew would probably be responsible for a score of jobs in the future...if he played his cards right. He had hoped that his fighting would do the job for him, but his poor showing against that last mutt had crushed that hope, still his willingness to stand against a raid should amount to something with the man...a raid that seemed all too convenient to be random, and he did not know much of goblins but what he heard from Darnak pretty much assured him that they were not known for their cleverness.
"The attack seemed too perfect; to happen on a day where you all would be busy...or are goblins attacks of this scale common in this area?" Grey eyes studied the sheriff, the way he moved, his expression, any pattern or clues as to what the man was like.
"Also I could not help but overhear that you needed to learn some information from these goblins...I can help you with that"
Karl walked to one of the captured goblins, a sinister smirk has crawled on to his scarred and stubble ridden face, he slowly took his axe out of his harness, the blade of it still had some blood from the previous battle, he put the edge to the goblin's neck "You remember what this did to your friends? If you want to join them, I'd be happy to help you...or maybe your a talker? You like being alive, yes? even though you're chained like a dog...your friends killed a bunch of dogs today, and seeing how now your in the position of one, but far less useful..." The edge dinged just a bit deeper into its flesh.
Devastation and misery forced peace and joviality out of Sandpoint on this day. Their brushwork left a painting of partially burned buildings and stalls and strewn, mutilated cadavers. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air a harbinger to the smell of decay that would follow; both scents were not foreign to Sarvo, nor was the celebratory calls of the raven that had already began to gather around their prizes. You won't know a battle is over till you see dark feathers Karl walked through the ruins of their battle, making his way to the nobleman they had saved. The words of the fellow were expected, and while some may turn down his gratitude and choose a more altruistic path, Karl would be no different from the carrion birds that descended around them; he would find some benefit from the bloodshed, like he always did. "We are staying at the Rusty Dragon. The food they serve will take this whole scrap out of your memory. Lets talk there, then continue our talk around corpses who have no interest in the words of the living"
Once more Karl takes a swing at the wild mount, the axe whistling through the air as it descended upon its hide.
The pain of his new wound caused him to clench his teeth, he was more used to the bite of cold steel than teeth. Still both hurt about the same and both would kill him if he wasn't careful in avoiding them. Soon enough more focused and composed look returned to his face, but now they were accompanied by a more sweat ridden brow, his eyes bore into the creature not only out of hate but also out of the desire to find any quirks or habits in its movements. Karl shifted to the right, still he studied the thing as it moved in response to his movement. He saw many a moment to strike but did not take them, he was waiting for a certain hole in its primal defense to form in his mind and when it was clear, he gave the thing a sinister, tooth filled grin. Grass and dirt flew to the goblin dog's face because of Karl's kick to the ground. That minor distraction was in theory supposed to draw the mount's attention away from the descending axe that hungered to part its flesh and spill its blood.
The two dwarves began flanking the last goblin combatant; Karl enjoyed seeing the little bugger cornered and would have enjoyed joining that particular scrap, but he had other priorities, namely one that tried to take a bite out of him. The fortress of metal and muscle that was Karl retreated back to the goblin dog; each step causing his armor to clink and his axe to sway slightly, the glint of what remained of the sun's rays dancing along its blade. There was a sinister smile on his scarred face, that promised pain and hopefully an end to the goblin dog. Once in range of the little monster that seemed to not be in its best of conditions, Karl raised his axe above his head and savagely slashed downwards at the animal.
Everything seems to be working as intended on my end of things.
The bounty hunter grit his teeth, if he had to admit anything about these goblins it was that they were damn tenacious...to a suicidal degree, but who was he to stop them from having a death wish? I should show him proper hospitality and help along his way...to a hole in the ground In silence Karl strafed to the right of the goblin, kept his shield up and ready to respond to the pole arm that wounded him and closed in on the goblin's side. Within mere moments Karl's left boot rose to meet the goblin's head and once it touched the ground once more, the mercenary's axe followed with a quick diagonal swipe.
Without hesitation Karl stepped into the goblin's guard. The only thing on his mind besides caving in the goblin's skull with his axe, is why he felt a peculiar sensation run through him when Alesta's friend got close to him; it didn't feel bad though, just strange. The edge of Karl's shield greeted the goblin first, next a quick swipe of the axe from right to left, and finally came a more brutal and powerful swing from left to right that returned Karl to his usual fighting stance.
"Aye, being annoying and slippery seems to be the only things they're good at"
Before Karl could reply to Ahdak, the shout of the goblin commando filled the air, a charge followed, one that the bounty hunter easily took with his shield before shifting to the left and letting the momentum of the blow carry the goblin into a more unfavorable position. For a few moments Karl examined the goblin, taking note of how he controlled his mount, where he favored the placement of his blade and any openings he had a midst his unpredictable and savage movements. Soon enough a pattern appeared to Karl, a map of where and when to deliver his below and he followed it with a horizontal swing of his axe, followed by a flick of the wrist and a change of his blade's position and another slice.
The distance between himself and bow wielding goblin was a problem. Karl doubted he could reach him before another shot was fired...but what he could do was get a little closer and maybe rid the group of the annoying goblin that was in their midst. Karl moved swiftly but carefully out of the range of the goblin's crude blade, he returned to the Frey when the goblin was between both him and Darnak Your choice runt...my axe or his fist The bounty hunter raised his weapon and brought it down in a diagonal motion.
Glad to see the game back on track. Much thanks Bill. I made some changes to my character before you took over and after DocEvil left the game, mostly because I thought we were not going to continue the game, but then I saw that there was interest to continue. Is it alright if I keep the changes I made to Karl? Besides liking him better now than I did prior to the changes, he'd also be far more useful as a frontliner. Prior to changes: 1st Level Feat: Combat Expertise Focused Study Level 01 Skill Focus(Bluff) Favored Class Bonus: HP Traits: Bully, Dirty Fighter Items: Same as the current list with the addition of Studded Leather Armor, Quick Draw Light Steel Shield, and excluding Scale Mail Armor and the Halberd. Str 16 Dex 14 Con 12 Int 13 Wis 14 Cha 10 After Changes: 1st Level Feat: Medium Armor Proficiency Focused Study Level 01 Skill Focus(Intimidate) Favored Class Bonus: +1/6 of a slayer talent Traits: Clever Wordplay(Bluff), Armor Expert Str 17 Dex 14 Con 12 Int 12 Wis 14 Cha 09 Items: What can be currently found in his character Sheet.
I'd like to say thank you for taking over our game. I very much like your posts and gming style. I wish you luck DocEvil, you shall be missed.
Battles were unpredictable as a storm ridden sea; you had no idea whether you would dock safely on the shores of victory or sink down to the depths of defeat. Karl knew this and was not surprised by the sudden shift of scales, of course that did not mean they couldn't shift in their favor once more. All he needed to do was focus on their enemy find their weaknesses and obliterate them, with luck they'd come out of this alive including his reckless client, which he didn't want to look at now for fear of allowing his professionalism turn into raw emotion...Have enough of those bottled up. The goblin in front of him looked eager enough. Something that was easily exploited. A quick scan of his opponents habits revealed even more; favored footing, unconscious and unnecessary movements,just the right mixture for the plan he needed to execute. Karl sprang forward showing that he cared little for defence to his smaller foe, but instead of continuing the movement as expected he shifted suddenly to the left and let loose an unconventional swing that was was aimed to the side of the goblin's head.
Hey DocEvil, I really hate to be a bother but is it okay if after the fight, I make a change to Karl's starting feat and Favored Class Bonus? The problem with the Bounty Hunter Slayer archetype is that it eats up three of the early Slayer Talents, which would really hamper the build I am going for, one way to remedy this is to take the human slayer favored class bonus, but I thought that I could not choose it cause I needed the HP and didn't think I could squeeze in the Toughness feat along with my other feats...turns out after looking at my feat build again that I could. Once more sorry for being a bother.
First client as a bodyguard and she's the type to willingly put herself in danger... Karl moved while keeping his shield up and circled around the goblins that surrounded Alesta, hoping to not only flank them but also cut off their escape route. The bounty hunter closed in on the goblin closest to him after completing his tactical maneuver and let loose a brutal, vertical slash with his battle axe.
Karl could not resist feeling a bit invigorated by the sight the inn owner waving her rapier about. The small wound on her cheek told it's own story, one he would like to hear when all this ended If it ends the way you want it.. Commented his more cynical side. "I'll be sure to give them your regards" Replied Karl as he continued onwards. His right hand gripping the axe more firmly, while his left brought up the shield in preparation to utilize it.
"Remind me to get that one some armor," he says with a shake of his head and a slight grin. "Aye, he moves like he's used to having it covering his softer parts" Karl gave the martial artist a grin of his own. And I'm with ya there, lad. Drop 'em where they stand. Ya know, goblins are stupid but I'm not believin' they're so stupid to attack with so few against an entire town. But, I know little about this town. This may happen a lot," he states matter of factly, shrugging, as he moves to help out wherever he can. "I don't know much when it comes to goblins, so I'll take your word for it...strange how they picked a day of celebration, I would have expected a tactic like this from bandits and raiders" Sarvo fell next to Darnak as they moved through the area, while occasionally looking back to make sure that Alesta was still with them "And as I said I may not know much about goblins but I would not put them and "tactic" in the same sentence"
"Toil and suffering look to be the spice of the day" Replied Karl as he snatched the dart that had embedded itself into one of the goblins. "As for doing something about it...I say we kill any of the little blighters we get our eyes on" He whipped the dart nonchalantly splattering some the blood here and there before sheathing the thrown blade and proceeding to the one that missed it's target.
The metallic scent of blood and choking smoke hung in the air. Broken and torn bodies littered the streets of a town that had been concerned with nothing but celebration and the noise of battles fought unseen rang and echoed from all directions instead of the laughter of children and the joyful singing that had once dominated the atmosphere. Yes their small battle may have been ended, but it seemed that violence still refused to unclench it's fist from around the once peaceful town. Which made Karl wonder just how much blood will seep through the closed hand before the people who are unused to carnage could once more breath the sweet and comforting air of peace...instead of the iron and burning stench that will likely invade their noses even long after their streets have been cleansed of it's battle scars. To him though? This wasn't foreign, if anything it brought memories of long dead battlefields and riots. Their victory was more or less crushing, with their wounded being tended to at these very moments. It is usually after such encounters that the bounty hunter scouted about to learn of what they were up against, but he wasn't alone and leaving a companion to care for another with no one to stand guard wasn't the smartest decision one could make, so there he stood as Ahdak did his best to reverse what damage was done to their friend who had enough guts to actually charge in without any armor...Come to think of it the other dwarf isn't wearing any armor as well He would have continued on this line of thought if Alesta hadn't taken him by surprise when she came to care to his small wound. Unexpected but... He raised an eyebrow as he looked in her direction "Appreciated" He said in his usual tone as he continued to look out for any possible ambushes their little "friends" may deiced to launch. Once Baldek was back on his feet he planned to gather his darts from around the battlefield and maybe do the scouting he held off from performing now.
This Karl supposed was his own folly for underestimating these goblins. Yes they were barely coordinated, easily distracted and uselessly reckless, but in the chaos of battle even a farmer who never held a sword before this day could kill a master swordsman. It seemed to Karl though that the goblin's actions were not completely random. That he went after him specifically and the bounty hunter could see only one reason for that Defending your songstress, that's sweet that is Sarvo gave the goblin a small, insidious smile, that he hoped at some primal level would let it know what he planned to do. One of things Karl found to be useful in battle was denying your opponent their desire. It would infuriate them, make them desperate, and most important of all make them careless. Their goblin friend wanted to play the chivalrous knight, so Karl would gladly play the villain in his story and like any good villain he'd make sure their hero here would fail completely at what he set out to do. In a single wave of motion that belied his size, Karl made his way towards the warchanter. As he stood before he took mere moments to study her tendencies in battle. He knew these goblins preferred dodging over making their armor work for them...if they had any armor that was worth mentioning. With his short study of his opponent complete, Karl raised his axe upward and brought it down on the goblin leader, then raised it once more and did the same. He repeated the strike over and over, the deadly steel onslaught he brought upon his target both in an intent to nullify her dodging ability and further annoy the goblin that tried to halt this attack.
The sound of Karl's boots beating the cobblestones mixed with the sounds of clashing steel, broken bone and blazing flame. Victory seemed to be on their side, but they still had to be cautious, they haven't even struck against the leader of these goblins. Something he was in the midst of remedying. When he was finally in range Karl kept his shield up, pulled his axe back then went for a swift diagonal strike. The fire that was consuming the tent next to them coloring the blade of his weapon with a reddish gleam that made for an extra color pallet with the blood that still veiled a part of it.
An ascending eyebrow and an approving from Karl followed the splattering of the goblins head when it came into contact with Alesta's morningstar I knew she could look after herself, but I have to say I'm impressed A half smile crawled on to the bounty hunter's face before he spared the dead goblin no more glances and turned to the living that was close to them. Karl quickly went about studying the goblin's habits in battle; it was hard to gauge anything with goblins but he could still see which foot it favored, a certain habit in its guard...if it could be called that and a chance of an opening that he could exploit. The manner of Sarvo's attack appeared instinctual; there was no hesitation as he stepped into the goblin's guard and delivered a swift kick to its head. This cheap shot was followed almost immediately with a handle bash from the battlaxe and the successive attacks ended with a brutal slash that went from left to right with power of the tall man's waist and both arms behind it. Once his assault was over Sarvo detached his left hand from the handle of the axe, moved his fingers in a certain combination, causing the strings that control the quickdraw shield to summon it back to his forearm.
The wooden light shield on Karl's left forearm slid back, freeing his hand to manipulate any other armaments and items he carried on his person. In a swift motion the blade of a dart shone in the red light of the setting sun as it left it's sheath, and in a similarly swift motion that blade went flying in the direction of the goblin that was closest to the hired blade.
With axe still dripping blood from his latest kill, Sarvo turned to look at the latest group to join their little production of violence and pain. His eyes were greeted by the sight of flames consuming a wagon, much to the glee of the goblins that started said fire The quality of the Sandpoint guards is showing itself right here...thee people had every right to be jolly and complacent with hard and alert men like those at the gate Deciding to leave the sarcastic remark to himself...for now, Karl began moving in the direction of the flames and their newest foes, the blazing wagon casting a new shadow for him as he drew closer. "Lets not keep our friends waiting I am sure their sick of their miserable lives" He said to Darnak and Alesta, his tone somewhere between amusement and cruelty. Karl's shield fell into place at his forearm once more and he pounded it twice with the broad side of his axe, in hopes the noise will attract the goblins attention. The bounty hunter looked the closest goblin in the eye and then swung his axe hard at thin air, causing what blood that hasn't hardened to splatter in front of him. A sinister smile appeared on Sarvo's face as he kept his eyes on his latest target.
The battle if one could still call it that was nearing it's end. Only one goblin was in any shape to fight back and the one's that were still breathing will more than likely stop sooner or later, courtesy of his new companions in battle. Still it was Karl's policy to not take it easy until the job was done, and as long as there was one of these buggers standing that job wasn't over. Karl's free hand gripped the lower part of the handle of the battle axe, fitting snugly next to his right. The bounty hunter went forward his eyes on the goblin that had previously injured his client You made me look like an amateur today, I have to admit that does make me a bit livid The towering form of Sarvo cast a shadow over the fleeing goblin and for a moment it seemed that Karl would not move from his spot. That something invisible had halted the advance of this merciless fighter...but as soon as that moment passed an explosion of motion possessed Karl as he raised his axe up high and brought it down with unchecked brutality.
I appreciate the business you brought me and for handing it all on a silver plater by killing yourself Karl turned away from the dead goblin and surveyed their small warzone, so far it seemed like the tide of battle favored them but he knew the tides of battle could shift and swallow them all in the whirlpool of defeat, so for now he’d press that advantage for as long as possible and that meant not giving the goblins any inkling that they could turn this around, but he also had to take his client into consideration and she out of reach...it was then that the hired blade noticed the dwarf and the goblin they were about to pounce on. I take care of their goblin and they'll go after the one hounding Alesta It appeared to Karl to be the only logical think to do besides stand around and do nothing, even though he knew that making that shot would be difficult. Sarvo sauntered forwarded and with a few movements from his fingers the light shield on his forearm rose up, leaving his hand free to perform other tasks. Once he got as close as he could, Karl unsheathed a dart, aimed and let it loose with a wild swing.
I appreciate the business you brought me and for handing it all on a silver plater by killing yourself Karl turned away from the dead goblin and surveyed their small warzone, so far it seemed like the tide of battle favored them but he knew the tides of battle could shift and swallow them all in the whirlpool of defeat, so for now he’d press that advantage for as long as possible and that meant not giving the goblins any inkling that they could turn this around and lucky for him that also meant doing his job as Alesta's bodyguard. The merc inhaled deeply then launched himself in manner that resembled the charge of a raging bull; wild but focused on it's purpose. In little time Sarvo stood before the goblin that assaulted his client. The bounty hunter used the momentum of his dash to further strengthen his rising diagonal slash. Karl let the blade rise long after its initial Strike, twisted his wrist then brought the axe down brutally on the small raider's head.
Understood. It's the time of year so it shouldn't be a surprise that things are slowing down. Thanks for letting us know.
So kind of these goblins to think of coin pouch by coming here A small feral grin appeared on Karl's face as he began his advance. His axe was in his right and his Quickdraw shield was covering left forearm. The chaos of battle was all too familiar to him, like a certain type of weather he's been living under for most of his life. Still even in this disorder one could see patterns and whoever could read them best would probably come out alive and breathing. Karl moved in a speed thar belied his size. His axe raised, the red light of the setting sun gleaming of the blade that sought another kind of crimson coat. In an instant the weapon came crashing down upon the goblin, screaming against the air as it seemed it's skull.
Baldek did say that he would be having spotty internet the upcoming two weeks. Everyone else has posted so we can either skip or bot him when the first round of combat starts.
Being in the midst of the storm of chaos that took them all by surprise, Sarvo failed to notice the child sized raiders that have taken the town unawares I knew it was too peaceful here... He thought to himself as he struggled to find any sign of the goblins.
Take care of your self and be safe. Alright guys time to break out one of the bots out of the storage room!
Karl wasn't one for speeches, oh he understood their importance and what a charismatic person could do with a well written one but unless they related to himself or his business bot his attention and his care will probably be spent on another things. That was the case for the mayor's speech but Sarvo was an avid listener when the sheriff started speaking. It always paid to understand a person you were going to work with, really it was no different from understand a weapon you plan to wield in battle...the more you knew about both the better off you were. What better chance to know someone than to watch him as he addressed a gathering of people and even should his words be nothing but well constructed and polished lies than that would still tell Karl something very important that sheriff was less a lawman and more of a smart conman who somehow found his way to the job. This was not the case with this Hemlock fellow however; the man seemed not to care that he was bringing down the people's mood in a festival, just to remind them of the importance of upholding law and order A sheriff who doesn't fool around, been a while since I've worked with one of those... As he continued listening to the armed man speak Karl leaned back in his chair, content with what he was able to gleam about the sheriff...for now at least. "Ahem, it appears the venerable Lonjiku Kaijitsu cannot be with us. Apparently, he has come down suddenly ill. We wish him a speedy recovery." She motions for the next speaker to take the stage."Of course our Festival wouldn’t be complete without a few words from the master showman, Cyrdak Drokkus." As the somber and grave message of the sheriff ended, Karl refocused his sight upon the stage to see who was up next Lonjiku Kaijetsu eh? A relative of Ameiko probably. Never thought her family to be close to those in power here His eyes briefly went into the direction of the owner of the Rusty Dragon but then returned to the speakers just in time to see a flamboyantly dressed man take the stage and almost immediately take a jab at the woman he was just thinking about I guess every festival has to have a jester...but being funny doesn't seem to be a requirement Had he still been the thug he was in his naive teenage days, he would have probably considered making the man eat his words for insulting a beautiful woman who let him stay at her inn for just a tale, but he wasn't, still he couldn't deny it would be fun watching the man with a bit of fear and nervousness on his face instead of the smug mask he put up for the audience.
Few times has Sarvo witnessed and heard such a swift and ruthless verbal evisceration. The cherry on the cake was seeing Cyrdak trying to act like nothing occurred. The false smile he slammed on his face would probably little to no effort to slip, the bounty hunter could barely contain his deep laugh long after Cyrdak tried to salvage what was left os his announcement I'll never understand why runts always think they can get away with poking tigers with sticks He thought to himself when the festival finally moved to phase he particularly enjoyed in any kind of celebration...lunch. "You are merciless and it was wonderful to see you in action" He said to Ameiko with a half smile before he took to assaulting the plate of food that was in front of him.
Apologies for my lack of activity. Yesterday we had plenty of guests and after seeing to them I had to go shopping for the trip I am going to take today. I'll be away for most of the day and will unlikely have access to the internet, but I'll try to get a post out as soon as possible.
"Bodyguard, bounty hunter and mercenary...at times I find myself considering bouncer" Karl rolled his right shoulder then his left "But a day in this place and on starts to think they've got no use for any, but the first day in any new town is never something to make judgements on" He continued before his left hand went to his stubble. "You don't look like you are from around here Nadine, but it's not like the rest of us are" Commented Sarvo his voice betraying no clear emotions and his hand motioning to the rest of those gathered. "Strangers flock together in Sandpoint" Karl rapped the table with the fingers of his right hand as his vision moved from one person to another "Which reminds me did any of you notice any signs of an old fire on any of the buildings you've been to here?" Asked the bounty hunter, his voice carrying a subtle grade of seriousness.
"Already made a friend eh?" Said Karl as he approached Alesta and the woman that sat next to her. The bounty hunter casually brought his thumb in the Shoanti's direction "This is Ahdak, you probably remember seeing him at the Rusty Dragon" Karl took a seat that faced the two women and paid some extra attention to Nadine Something to hide under that cloak? He wondered to himself before letting his vision go elsewhere, while noting to himself to keep the mysterious woman in mind...just in case.
The sound of a fist clashing against flesh turned Karl's attention briefly towards the match and the brawling dwarf who seemed to be struggling against his latest opponent. Fights were strange that way; no matter how many you've seen, and no matter how well you thought you gouged the strength of somebody, the outcome sometimes could be comparable in its variability to the toss of a coin. This is why the bounty hunter never took chances unless he was assured they were worth it, defeat could always be hiding in the guise of an assured victory and unless you had a plan of escape it will take you down quicker than a betrayer's knife to your back. "Some despite all that power and influence are fools, others as you mentioned are just trying to catch their foes off-guard, but even those who aren't fools have other flaws that can be used against them" An unreadable expression came over the Sarvo's face, but his eyes which were looking away from Ahdak betrayed a look akin to a stalking beast for only a moment "We all have chinks in our armors, the wise, the smart and those who know better keep these hidden, buried deep down but not forgotten" His expression melts to an easily understood mild expression, his grey eyes now return to the half-orc "A man who forgets his weaknesses won't know what and when to dodge" Karl half turned his body away from the ring "Guess this little show won't be much fun for long" He motioned towards the ring with his right hand.
Karl turned his head slightly in the direction of the fight. He saw the former victor take a blow from his new opponent Hmm so there are other guys who know a thing or two about fighting besides our friend with the strange stance...could be a lucky blow The mercenary looked around himself and tried to hide this fact by acting like he accidently dropped something on the floor and was attempting to retrieve it.
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