Oid did [i]not[/i] appreciate the laughter brought upon him. Perhaps Darcyn had not stolen his gold, but he was [i]very[/i] mad, and in no mood for this. He lowered his shield and axe, growling a little. "Oi! Listen to me you orc 'n' elf half-breed, I'm going to strangle you with that dung-covered grass you call hair, I am going to rip off chunks of yer fat arse and stick them into those little self-caused marks your cowardly arse calls scars, I am going to grab that piece of rock hammered by a man more blind than you that ya ken to be a sword and stick it up your tiny womanhood just far enough to show everyone what a welp you are, and then stab you a new one with it!" Oid was sure that the fact that he just challenged Darcyn was now well known. With a laugh and a few bangs of his shield, he shouted "Weapons or nay, you little git?" he asked, wondering if the man would at least have some honour in his dealings. 

He raised his pole-axe just above his shield, ready to go for the man's groin if he charged now. He was relatively safe from whatever Darcyn may want to throw at him or his comrades arrows with his great round shield and stones from slings would just bounce off of his leather gear. Still, caution hurt nobody, especially not Oid.