[@Tristwich]

"Ha-hey! You're kinda hot! In a freaky way, that is. After this clobberknocker, let's you and me go hammer out our differences on some fat, fucking anvil of donkey-snogging love. The feeling must be mutual! After all, with a net that big you must think me quite a CATCH! HAW HAW HAW! What!? You look like a baboon with dysentary shat down your back! Lighten the holy fuck up!"

[i]Kull stood neutral, gripping his axe in both hands, right over left, holding the head near his right shoulder and the shaft diagonal across his body. He seemed to be poised for a right to left swing. He was both shorter and lighter than the elf, but damned if he didn't look stacked. The noisy bastard could've passed for a chimney on legs. His sharp face was beat red with mirth at his own crappy jokes.[/i]