Gawain coughed violently as he stared up into the barrel of the firearm aimed directly at his most precious item - not his face, but rather what was inside of it. [i]“Just like an elf,”[/i] he groaned with a smirk on his lips. The man was clearly not impressed by the little [i]spiel[/i] that the elf was putting on. [i]“An elf would aim a weapon at a man with nigh more than his fists.”[/i] he continued as his eyes fell upon those who were entering the room. The first down seemed to be a girl - human from the looks of it but evidently no better than these pointy eared rats. Second came a woman, an elf woman none the less. The footsteps of the third could be heard but by then the human woman had nearly slung herself onto the knight - [i]for no reason![/i]

The man defended himself as good and bad as he could. The presence of the firearm was, ofcourse, a demotivating factor. He tried to shield himself, mainly his face, using his arms and shoulder as a shield against her many blows. She spat at him, a nice big wallop of spit landing in his face before she attempted to kick him in the sack. The elven woman pulled her away barely in time and he felt the feet connect to his inner thigh, nearly hitting his second most precious item. As he got on his knees, coughing violently again, his eyes went up and stared into the eyes of the girl. [i]“I've no idea who or what you are,”[/i] he said while he gathered a mix of blood and spit in his mouth before tuffing it out in front of her and the elven man with the guns' feet. [i]“But from your language you're evidently a tribal whore. And if you've ever looked for a reason we hunt your people every now and then, the reason lies right before you.”[/i] he said, spreading his arms presenting himself as 'the reason' for hunting the tribal horse people. 

[i]“Criminals hide in your tents and your people refuse to give them to us. And now look at you. Beating an unarmed man.. if this gun wasn't aimed at my head I'd have your head...”[/i] His words were followed by a shifty glance at the gun. He decided to hold his tongue with the insults for now, for fear of his head being blown off. Gawain was a hothead, and an aggressive fighter when it came to it, but he was not dumb enough to fight back with.. whatever that thing was aimed at his head. He'd seen one before - once, only once - and whatever those things do, he did not wish to experience it.

The third figure had now entered the room but was quickly obscured again by the elf woman stepping up. She spoke some horseshit at the other woman, something about being evil. It made no sense to Gawain so he simply grimaced at it. He was unsure what to do - there wasn't much more to do but wait for a chance to get some kind of sharp weapon and get rid of these pointy eared fuckers. She continued to put on a little play for the knight, pretending they could be friends. But she likely realized full well that the knight was in a position where he couldn't demand for anything. It made sense. [i]“Aye,”[/i] he said, one of his eyes already growing thick from the beating he'd received from the woman. It didn't seem to stop him from playing along with the game. [i]“My first elven friend. I'm overjoyed..”[/i] He snorted and spat out some more blood before awkwardly stumbling onto his feet, though not making any extremely fast movements to avoid getting, you know, shot. 

The man stepped up now, finally making an actual statement. It was about the mage - and although Gawain could live with it if they simply left the mage, something compelled him to speak up. It must've been the fact that to Gawain, mages were heathen blasphemers. [i]“He somehow captured me. The man is a criminal. You might be an elf, so I don't think you'd understand the concept of.. [b]justice..[/b] but if you've any contempt for kidnappers and backstabbers, you'll end this man's life.”[/i] He looked at the elf for a moment before shaking his head solemnly. What was he talking about. Backstabbers? [i]“Ofcourse you'd not understand.. you four are all backstabbers like he is. That's the reason I got captured.. unarmed and unarmored. Monarch bless me.. I'll need it.”[/i]