Swordsong rang through the forest, there was a fight going on. The combatants were a few brigands and a well armed individual with a massive warhammer. though the Man was quite outnumbered at four to one, he held his ground.
"Tell me you rogues, what made you decide to attack a blind man?" The man asked, trying to start a friendly conversation in a not so friendly fight, parrying one blow and retaliating with another.
"Twas that coin purse you carry." one stated, sidestepping the head of the hammer, he was weary of the massive head but the man seemed to be more or less non-aggressive, for now, "Are you sure you're blind? Your too good at this."
"Yes, I am very blind, but you four make a large bit of noise in your armor so I know where you are." He lied, he then thrust the hammer butt into the stomach of one of the brigands, following through with a high swing aimed at the temple, the rogue died instantly. "Whose next?"
"What the hell? You killed him!" the pause that was associated with that brigand's exclaim got him a blow to the knee, shattering it, and a swift blow to the temple, snuffing out his light/
"What, you attack me then expect me to let you live? Life doesn't work like that. You attack a Guildfist you die, that is a fact of life."
The two remaining brigands looked at each other, this man was a Guildfist? Deciding not to test if what the man said was true, they ran.
"So bothersome" baldur sighed as he returned his hammer to it's hold on it's back. "How long are you intending to stand there Elf?" he said to the newcomer.