[b][color=598527]Max[/color][/b] [b]|[/b][@MonkeyBusiness][@Mcmolly]

	The monotonous staccato of picks clicking on rock seemed to be the only noise throughout the caverns. Max was still very much angry at Colors' dismissal of his ingenious plan, but as of the moment he was still reeling from shock of seeing the 3 new faces. Two were midge- er... little people (ripped as fuck at that) and the other was some massive tusked brute with jawline that could pulverize stone. The Big One, as Max now ceremoniously named him had moved towards his gigantic... spear-thing? But BeardFace stopped him. 

	At this point Max would have tried to wallop these fucks, but he was no fool, these guys had more muscle per pound than him and his skinny team and unfortunately thanks to Colors had forfeited the element of surprise. He meet eyes with The Big One, they were both tense and each made clear to keep a wide berth from their respected groups. Max looked over his shoulders to the defacto delegate, Colors, prodding him to follow through with his "negotiation." He hoped this'll go well, Max knew well enough how to handle himself in a fight, as he should, he did it for a living. So, should the situation fall to shit he resigned to at the very least buy some time for his smaller -partners?- to make a break for it before he himself tried to lose the attackers.