Caligate quickly found himself in a very unfavorable situation. A dagger was pressed against his neck, and he had no demon nearby to assist him. There was no way he could fight this man on a one on one fight, even with his natural advantages. The man towered over him and was twice his weight. Were Caligate to fight back in this position, he would most surely find himself bad injured, if not dead. Caligate had to think quickly on his feet, which was a little difficult due to the alcohol impairing his thoughts.

[color=f26522]"Aha... Friend, there's no need for that..."[/color] Caligate tried to keep a calm tone, but his nerves bled through. [color=f26522]"I can assure you, I can be quite helpful, serrah. Believe it or not, this 'limp dicked lizard' is quite the powerful mage himself. If we, hah, step outside, I can show my skills... I wouldn't want anything in here to get broken..."[/color] Caligate tried to lean back slowly to ease the dagger off his flesh, but ended back falling and landing on his back, thanks to the ale he had previously been drinking. The argonian growled due to the impact of the fall, then looked back up to the barbarian and tried to crack a smile, hoping the man would stop his aggression.