Bah Rhon stepped into the room and looked around his setting, four foes were already in the area. Every one of them was taller than he, unfortunate. They had the high ground right now, but that wouldn't maintain as an issue. Bolting to the right he grabbed ahold of one of the pillars supporting the roof and leaped off, grabbing ahold of one of the footholds over the battleground and pulling himself up. Placing both feet on the small block of wood he overlooked the four other combatants that had already entered. Yeah, these were well trained and some might even be inhuman. Bah Rhon might even need to maintain a distance from these foes to prevent them from taking him out quickly. 

Their weapons were all quite foreign to him, none of them were of natural or western designs. These weapons were likely magical in nature, if the weilders themselves weren't. A nightmarish thought that. If he were caught fighting a group of mystics and had no bow, then he'd be very well and truly damned. Withdrawing his blade from its sheath and leaning forward, readying himself to drop down on whichever foe he deemed most dangerous.