[center][h3][color=808080]HAMMERHAND[/color][/h3][/center]
"[color=808080]Yer fuckin' fortunate that you didn't split a hair on the ladies ed' you little brat![/color]" the orc loomed over the boy, the gall on this little shit to attack someone who had nothing to do with the quarrel pissed Hammerhand off.

"[color=808080]I'd ave' broken every itty bitty bone in your body you little shit, tha' fact you piss your britches the second someone says one fing about you shows you ain't deservin' of any respect and the skins you wear are disgustin' excuses for trophies. You better get the fuck out of my sight YOU USELESS EXCUSE FOR A WARRIOR.[/color]" the orc yelled, practically breathing down the kids neck.


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Hammerhand attempts to intimidate Max but fails with [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26680]5[/url] then uses action surge to perform the dodge action.
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Realizing he let himself lost his temper the orc gruffly sighed, rolling his shoulder but watching the boy intently as if waiting for him to attack again "[color=808080]Oi shut yer fuckin gab, I know wot I'm doing.[/color]"

Hammerhand snapped at the innkeeper with a huff before regarding Gorgash with a snarl "[color=808080]An' the rock eds' got a point maybe ye should run back teh the hag? Or maybe ye should go ask yer ponce god wot to do? Scratch yer ass maybe? Kill a few humies in the name o' 'honor' sure is honorable gettin' a child to fight for yeh your as worse a excuse an orc as me.[/color]" 

Mocking his kin, his former God and so called traditions, Hammerhand couldn't help but belt out a loud and boisterous laugh at Gorgash and Max the Bad Seed finding both of them not worth his time, both were poor excuses for warriors in the fallen chieftains eyes.