Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151002030554/@comment-26571677-20151020084345

"We're not going for the table then? Fine, a full melee"

Time to stop talking.

He positions himself with one leg in front of another, protecting his vulnerable areas, even though he doubted that Hafleikr would go for such a low blow, he wasn't taking any chances.

His arms were positioned in a way that resembled a hoplite's weapons, his right arm was fully extended out across his body in the way one might hold a shield, ready to counteract all attacks.

His left arm was tucked back into a fist behind the elbow of the other arm, ready to strike quickly if given the chance.

He was ready, he analysed his opponent's position, a very expierienced hand to hand fighter with no lack of muscle. A sailor, he was sure of it.

As he readied himself, he seemed to disappear into another world, one with no girl, no-one else, but him, and his opponent.

From some corner of his mind, he heard the disembodied words, "Ready".

He replied, "Ready", and waited for his opponent to strike.