Geez this guy was dense, and not in the "harhar he's an idiot" kind of way. It felt like David's feet were hitting a brick wall when they slammed into his abdomen, but thankfully it was a brick wall that only weighed a buck sixty-ish and was currently free-floating in the air. That meant David's superior mass and velocity would launch Meats across a fair portion of the room, though he didn't expect that to keep him out of the fight for any longer than it took to get back in combat range. The hook at his knee was unexpected, but also not an issue. It was only halfway to its target when feet met abs, and grazed the top of his shin as the compact little muscleman was sent on his way. The force of the kick halted David's forward momentum and launched him skyward just enough to allow him to get his feet back under him before landing.

With the immediate threat removed, and a handy new weapon embedded in the post beside him, David placed a hand on the hilt of the large blade as he regarded his opponent. "Hey, you there with the muscles. I think you forgot something." As he spoke, he gripped the handle hard and wrenched it out of the post with almost as little trouble as Meats would have had, standing it on its tip in front of himself and holding the pommel in his right hand, his left forearm crossing over the right wrist in a casual rest posture. "Want it back?"

Throughout it all, his instincts were keeping tabs on the other occupants of the room around him, and while none of them were yet close enough to engage him, there was a new player in the mix, a man of refined yet gothic tastes. Tall dark and broody appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and immediately ripped the throat out of the pretty elf lady. That was too bad. He would have liked to get to know her. Oh well. There were other pretty elf ladies, he was sure.