Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-36459171-20190725180339

His nearly alablaster eyes shot towards the tabaxi who had spoken up. He hadn’t recalled ever seeing the tabaxi in the bar before, so they must be new to the town.

”Exactly.” He gave an agreeing nod towards the feline.

“Regardless of rather you’re a lady or not, it’s not nice to step on my tail and pass it off. That hurts you know, it’s actually attatched to my body.” Amazingly, Devaxion was managing to stay calm, although he knew that any other dragonborn would’ve upped and fought with the Aasimar by now. He pushed back his seat, also standing up, the chain holding the Riskold crest clinking against the wood. Even at his full height, a staggering 6”5, he was forced to look up in order to meet the gaze of the taller Aasimar.

By the celestial being’s appearance, and by the tabaxi’s confirmation, he came to the conclusion that she was, indeed, a berserker. In his years of training, Devaxion hadn’t fought many berserkers, but have met their strength nonethless. As a Fighter, he had dedicated much time to studying the blade.

“Look, if we’re going to fight, let’s do it outside. Vennie’s gonna charge me extra again if I break anything else.”