"Well!" Fell raised his voice to grab the other three's attention. "I am convinced you'd rather not have me here while discussing details for tonight's discussion, Ms. Triske and Ms. Markovic. I'll leave you be, me and Noone still have some things to take care of. Don't we girl?" The man turned his head towards where he though the old canine was, but she was wandering off already without him. "...A-Anyway, have a nice evening ladies." After that little embarrassment Fell left the premises. 

The man was wandering around aimlessly, killing a bit of time. He'd wandered into the merc training field, watching over some of the new recruits undergoing their daily regime. "This camp is in rough shape..." He couldn't help but shake his head. They have little experienced men over here, and yet they were expected to hold off Cimmerrian attacks. The bruiser wasn't envying Erika, with what she had to work with here. He'd noticed some of the practitioners healing the injured, a wise choice. And another thing nearby, was a blonde knocking out one of the recruits. "...What in the world..." Noone had already wandered off somewhere, most likely seeking attention from someone. Fell decided to approach, discontent with the complete disrespect his fellow co-fighter showed.

It didn't take long for the man to stand in front of Mike, glaring straight into the younger Mercenary's eyes. Fell made sure to carry himself imposingly, shoulders straightened and arms folded behind the back. His expression was stern and unforgiving. "And [i]what[/i], pray tell, required such a disproportionate application of force, young man?" Fell had inquired, a demanding undertone to his voice. If there's one thing this particular bruiser couldn't tolerate, it was infighting outside of sparring. Much less someone with experience bullying someone without.