"My name is Tyr the Just, tell the gatekeeper that name when you meet him. 5 more and I get a free keg of ale!" 

Tyr lowered his stance, feet shoulder width apart, knees bent, leaning forward. To most this would simply appear to be a ready stance for combat, but to the few who knew Tyr and how he fought, they saw it for what it really was; preparation for a tackle that could wind an elephant.

With a fierce cry Tyr launched himself forward, aiming to wrap the captain's chest in a crushing embrace and squeeze the life out of him.