"Big tough guy gonna knock your ass flat!" He yells, quickly dashing to the side and swinging hard at the back of the guard's knees to bring him down, and then swinging at the back of his head.
He twists the glaive to the side, blocking the staff. While he was blocking, he twists his body closer towards the large mutant. Then, when he feels the staff make contact with the glaive, he swings it around and brings it down on the mutants skull for a counterattack.
his glaive cracks against the mutants skull... but to his credit, he powers through it and drives the blunt end of his staff into Khorvis' neck, the focus pressure making him wheeze.
He sighs and gets up, before swinging his glaive as hard as he can, hitting him in the side of the head with the blade to knock him out.
"Lesson number one... Watch your nuts." He says, shaking his head, before turning to the other guy. "You want to get knocked out or die?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
He grunts in pain as the knife sinks into his shoulder, before grabbing it by the hilt and pulling it out. He examines it for a second, before tossing it behind him in Hina's direction. "Now you fucked up, mincemeat." He snarls, stalking towards him as the wound starts to close up.
"There's no honor in war! You'd know if you had ever been in one!" He yells, leaping forwards and stabbing the blade forwards to impale the mutant, before dropping to a knee and swinging hard for his legs.
"No. Just wondering if you were actually dumb enough to fall for the same trick twice." He snorts, before quickly dashing from side to side, feinting multiple times, before finally going for a stab to the foot.
He slowly twists the blade inside his wound, making it open up even further and cause more pain. "Give ms a good reason to spare your life!" He snarls.
"Oh it does. It just means one less enemy I have to fight." He growls, before pulling the blade out, and leveling it at his neck. "Yield. Or I slice your fucking head off."
He holds the blade up for a minute, before lowering it. "Next time I hear you calling someone a coward or dishonourable for using tricks in battle... I'll cut out your fucking tongue." He growls.
He strides through the camp unafraid. He was used to odd stares from people. He walks up to the leader's tent and walks in, looking for the man himself.
Sitting on a pile of furs is a lizard/dragon looking man. He is covered with greenish brown scales, two sharp horns sit on his head and spikes grow from his back all the way down his back. A tail like a bull whip grows from above his rump and claws grow from his fingers and toes. His body is sculpted like a statue and a doubled headed axe rests next to him. "To so brazenly walk into my tent... And without an offering. You must be a challenger."