[ Wonderful. Just wonderful. It's always violence in the end, isn't it? Even when he gives someone a chance, they always choose violence. They always disappoint him.
His fists clench by his sides as he watches the small group readying for a fight. He's lived too long to simply roll over and let them sweep him aside. He may not have a weapon, but his time in the army has afforded him some knowledge of close, unarmed combat. ]
Fine... 'Tis the same no matter where I find myself. I don't know why I expected aught else.
[ He hears heavy footsteps behind him and twists to the side, smoothly catching the arm throwing a punch meant for his head and flipping the thug over his hip. They land with a meaty thud, all the wind knocked out of them.
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His fists clench by his sides as he watches the small group readying for a fight. He's lived too long to simply roll over and let them sweep him aside. He may not have a weapon, but his time in the army has afforded him some knowledge of close, unarmed combat. ]
Fine... 'Tis the same no matter where I find myself. I don't know why I expected aught else.
[ He hears heavy footsteps behind him and twists to the side, smoothly catching the arm throwing a punch meant for his head and flipping the thug over his hip. They land with a meaty thud, all the wind knocked out of them.
And just like that, the fight is on. ]