Cynric looked around at the rag tag group that had assembled and called out their names. The pubs atmosphere had livened up slightly, music playing in the background. With his cigar finished he stubbed it out on the table dropping it in his empty mug. AS their commander told them to move out Cynric had just sat down. Groaning he got back up stretched his legs and followed hunter through the door and towards the port.

Arriving at the port he was met with an amazing sight, great ships and people of all shapes and creed clambering on and off them preparing them for departure. The smell of the sea air was one of Cynric favourite. As he enjoyed the sea air his attention was drawn to a man who was reading from a rather long list. Announcing that the two squads would have to fight without weapons. Cynric was more than happy to oblige dropping his rapier onto the floor he looked at his opponents. [b]"I see a lot of you are wearing armour made from metal. Iron I assume? Good."[/b]

Raising his fist into the air static electricity built up around his fist. Soon electricity began arcing from his fist to the ground, Cynric watched the electricity dancing around his feet. [b]"Very poor choice of armour, most likely though. Your only choice."[/b] With this he let loose a bolt of lightning hitting the man who had been charging towards him in the chest knocking him away from Cynric and into his friends. [b]"I will now teach you a lesson about how this works, your armour is a great conductor to my magic therefore you guys stay too close together and it will jump to one of your friends the effect will be slightly diminished though. Why am I telling you this? Well because I enjoy a challenge and it's been a long time since i've fought anyone worthy."[/b]

Gathering another bolt in his fist he prepared to let loose with another blast when a small man round house kicked him in the face, knocking him to the ground. The small man bounced on his feet as he signaled for Cynric to stand. He like the other heavies was covered in heavy plate armour, though he did not seem slowed by it. Rubbing his jaw he tasted blood in his mouth and smiled. Adopting a boxer stance the two men squared off.