Hrothgar’s sword passed straight through the shadowy woman. It was a test blow, to measure the woman’s strengths and weaknesses. This shadow magic would be something to contend with, and hard to overcome. Hrothgar hated such trickery, and magic in general as did most of his people, the Norns. Hrothgar never had to use magic in battle, just potions with power coming straight from the earth. Magic to Hrothgar was for the weak, those who were not strong enough or quick enough to face their enemy in a test of might, and thus must draw upon strange forces from other dimensions to compensate for their weakness. Hrothgar had fought many mages and bested many magic users with just his potions, his wits, and his sword and axe. The Jester however... was a different story, too powerful in his trickery to take on alone. So, powerful in fact that he had to take on a dishonorable magic using… lizard as a companion. His wife Helgi practically begged him to take a magic user along for this job. Such a worry wart his beautiful Helgi was.

As he ran through the shadow woman with his back turned, he quickly spun around only to find that the night fiend was already attacking some other woman. The fact that the vampire had turned her attention to someone else mid battle enraged him, and the fact that she was picking on some defenseless patron that couldn’t fight back enraged him even further. But the shadow girl was solid now and had been stupid enough to turn her back to him. He put his hand to his dagger and stood ready to slit her throat. It wouldn’t kill her seeing as she was a vampire and beheading, staking to the heart, symbols of the god of life, garlic, and other such precautions were needed for her death, but it would shock her, and cripple here long enough to take his great sword and separate her head from her body.

Then the Lizard spoke up drawing her attention yelling, “push her outside! It’s too dangerous in here!” The vampire pushed the dancing girl aside and turned her attention to the lizard man and the little girl and shot a glance his way. 

Well… I suppose it’s better this way. There’s no sport in slashing her throat from behind. Such trickery was best to be avoided if one could avoid it. The lizard had a point as well; there were still patrons in this Tavern and civilian death probably should be minimized. 

Then a new woman appeared and reprimanded the lizard before turning to the vampire and bursting into flames to fight the vampire! Well… that was new. Hrothgar had never seen a human use magic to engulf themselves in flames in preparation for a fight, at least not a true blooded human and certainly not fighting on his side. This could be a problem however. The Tavern was made of wood and assuming the magic user was as she seemed and her powers were fire based she could burn the whole damn Tavern to the ground and everybody in it. Hrothgar had to get the vampire outside.

Suddenly the vampire rushed at Hrothgar with breakneck speed to slash his throat in one swoop. Hrothgar just let it happen and the dagger broke as it hit his skin. Hrothgar then grabbed the vampire and hugged her to himself, “that potion I took before charging you. It was a potion of diamond flesh! It does exactly what the name says. I always take one before fighting blood sucking fiends lest they sink their fangs into me and I become a subhuman bottom feeder like you. Now! Outside with you, you dead ****!” (OOC: C word)

Hrothgar turned around and pushed her through the two saloon like doors charging as hard as he could out into the open night. He held onto her as long as he could but she no doubt forced her way out of his grip. The Barbarian then pulled out his claymore ready for battle.