"Oh, so you must be one of them wut dawi I've heard of." Said the dwarf ranger, not phased by the threats, instead chuckling. "Clearly shows, a true dawi knows his weapons."
He made movement with his crossbow as if he was indicating what it was. "This is no bow, we dawi of the Dron Zorn don't use bows; bows are for weaklings and elves, not that there is a difference, but this piece of fine dawi craftsmanship is called a crossbow"
"And I won't be too cocky if I was you, beardling." The dwarf's stance was at the ready, but he was relaxed. "I've fist fought spawns of chaos larger then you and I've beaten many of their kind. You don't scary me laddie, you only make me laugh at how adorable you like."
The dwarf was still chuckling, as he lowered his crossbow just a bit. "But I suppose you don't know any better, your only a beardling after all! I remeber the days when I was a beardling meself. Ha! I was just as cocky."
His chuckling subsided as he nodded his head, now grinning. "I suppose cockyness has its place; still be in the karak, instead of out in the beautiful surface."