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[Gryhm Greymalkin]

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Burfoot sat in his hiding spot in Cove, watching Gryhm as he went about his daily barrage of picking on the local fighters. Today though was different then the other days, because today Gryhm took his insults to a higher level, and it appeared he put a little bit more incentive to the local fighters to try and take him out.

“So what do you say ‘BOY’, you care to take this old man on?” Gryhm was goading a young Paladin, one of many hired by the owners of this town to help with the URK population.

“I’ve told you for days now sir, I have no desire to waste my time in a fight with you. Please leave, I will be on duty soon and need time to get my gear all set” the young man replied.

“Your gear? That garbage is your gear? Who made it? A blind deaf mute using his feet? I’ll tell you what lad, I’ll put up 10000 gold crowns to say that you can’t take me down. If I lose, you win enough money to buy some real gear.” Gryhm poked the Paladin in the ribs with almost every word, and he could see the anger in the young mans eyes.

“Fine old man, its about time someone reminds you of manners.”

Gryhm smiled and chuckled through clenched teeth.

The two men made their way to the docks, and a crowd began to gather. Gryhm handed an old man a check for the 10000 Gold, and instructed to hold it and give it to the Paladin if he “wins by the grace of the gods”.

Both men drew their swords and began to circle each other. Both with shields in hand glistening in the noon sun. The Paladin swung his sword from overhead and Gryhm parried it easily, the Paladin swung again and Gryhm smacked it away with his shield. “Come now ‘BOY’ you can do better than this!” Gryhm yelled over the now excited crowd.

Now in a rage, the Paladin runs at Gryhm swinging wildly, and each blow is parried. Gryhms smile gets bigger as his blood begins to heat from battle. His arms remembering their years of training back in Serpents Hold as a young man. Both men clenched together face to face “You ready to die yet ‘BOY’?” Gryhm asked with a smile. “Not by the likes of you!” was the only response he got.

Gryhm kicked the Paladins right knee from the side and the young man stumbled long enough to drop his defenses. Gryhm took advantage and split the fighters’ head like a melon with a quick overhead thrust.

As the body fell to the ground, Gryhm scanned the crowd “Anyone else?”

The crowd parted as a very large man brandishing a War Hammer came through. “Oh, this should be fun.” Gryhm smiled a bit as he saw the next fighter.

“I will crush your head little man!” said the Yew tree sized man
“Of course you will cupcake” Gryhm replied.

The large man swung with a speed that surprised Gryhm, but he was able to block the hammer with his shield and made it a glancing blow. The large man continued his swing and caught Gryhms shield flush sending him flying into the crowd knocking over many spectators.

The man turned to the crowd raising his arms “SEE! THE OLD MAN IS NOTHING BUT WORDS!”
He then left a tapping on his shoulder and as he turned around the edge part of Gryhms shield smashed into his face shattering his nose. As blood poured out the man was bent over holding his face, Gryhm walked behind him and sent the tip of his sword through the large mans back with a twist making sure to destroy the mans innards on the way through.
Putting his foot on the now dead mans back, Gryhm pulled his sword out and cleaned the blade on the large mans legs.

“Next?”

Two Paladins came charging through the crowd, both men intent on killing the man that killed their friends. Gryhm spun and deflected one blow with his sword and the other with his shield. The fighters pushed Gryhm back and one was able to jab him in the upper torso with the tip of his blade.

Gryhms face grimaced a bit in pain but tried not to show it. Both men charged again and Gryhm dove and rolled between them startling both men. He then jumped up and swung diagonally upward and cleaved one man in half. The other stopped and was in awe as his friend dropped to his knees and his top half slid off the bottom and both parts fell to the ground.

“Please milord have mercy...” pleaded the second of the two men as he fell to his knees in the blood soaked mud.

“Mercy is for children and cowards. Lucky for you I’m neither…” and Gryhm swung his sword sending the mans head over the now stunned silent crowd.

“Well I’ll be. That had some distance!” Gryhm joked as he wiped off his blade.

“Anyone else? Anyone at all?” He shook his head, as he knew there would be no takers to his challenge. “So be it. Perhaps Jheloms famous fighting pits will have fighters with better skill courage than the entire lot of you cowards and sheep!”

Gryhm walked out as the crowd parted to give him plenty of room. He stopped at the old man holding his check. The old man was shivering with fear as he handed Gryhm the check. Gryhm smiled and continued on his way to his horse.

He mounted his horse and spun it around a bit as he settled in the saddle. He trotted towards the town gate and spotted a young woman that caught his fancy. He grabbed her by the back of her dress and yanked her on to the horse “You’ll do just fine” Gryhm said as she tried to put up a fight. Her fathers jaw dropped and yet he did and said nothing out of fear.

Gryhm made his way and stopped at the gate. He looked in Burfoots direction and smiled. Turned and walked out.