Hark breathed deeply as he continued through the town, transporting foodstuffs on his shoulders to the nearby silo. He made his way through a series of alleyways to shorten his trip, a bead of sweat sliding off his nose and into his unkempt auburn beard. Hark adjusted his shoulders for a moment before rounding a corner, and catching an unpleasant sight in his peripheral vision. What he saw made his blood boil, and the distant look in his eyes changed to something nobody in this town had ever seen in Hark. He quickly dropped the nearly 200 pounds of potatoes from his shoulders and growled to the large man standing over the young woman, [u]"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"[/u]

There was less than twenty feet from Hark and the man. Hark was far from the fastest or nimblest person in the world, but he could close that distance pretty quick, and that's what he was going to do. Hark took off, kicking dirt up behind him as he charged full throttle towards the man. Hark opened with a feint, showing an obvious right haymaker, only to shift his weight to bring an elbow towards the chin of the man.