[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Tower
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]A4[/center][/b]

When you serve in the military as a dwarf, there's a lot of things you learn pretty early on. 'Less you're feuding with another clan (which was actually pretty common), most of your time in combat was spent fighting races taller than you were. Not necessarily bigger, but definitely had a height advantage, which brought with it its own set of advantages and disadvantages. Trying to fight them at range was a mostly futile effort; they had longer arms and weapons and could cover more distance more quickly with their longer legs. But there inlay their weakness: all their mass was spread out which made them weak to grappling.

Nor sprang forward like an armored bolt of lightning towards the undead and grabbed ahold of its waist with his free hand, and brought his leg behind the armor's. With a light push, he brought the whole thing off balance and put its vital organs in prime position for stabbing. There was a weak spot in the side, so in his knife went. It wouldn't be enough to fell the damn thing, but he had plenty opportunity for more stabs.