[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Deymins Tower (2F) [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Das Uberboar B [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	As it turned out, Keystone's moment happened with speed and surety, but in the most ass way possible. The sudden disappearance of some of his team plus the bad guy, only to be replaced with two BOUS's (Boars Of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist...), one of which was atop a broken desk with a mildly unhinged Dwarf riding it like the star of a porcine rodeo. On the one hand, the broad pugilist was impressed. It took a bit of intestinal fortitude to grab hold of a gargantuan pig and try to maintain for eight seconds. On the other hand, while it did rather look like fun, they had a job to do. 

	But that was no reason to treat it like a chore. 

	[color=b8860b]"Bloody 'ell, we're 'avin' [i]CHOPS TONIGHT[/i]!"[/color] he exclaimed through the din of battle, deftly sidestepping to the creature's flank and turning his body's inertia into an initial, shuddering punch. It made connection with the beast, issuing a fleshy report of impact. With practiced ease, Keystone took a half-step forward, setting up a stable base of footwork from which he threw another another punch, this one a straight, verted fist strike that likewise hit home on the creature's side. Such a pounding would likely down a normal man; possibly an abnormal one or two. This mammoth ham-factory was something different. 

	An unlikely thought crossed Keystone's mind as the fight commenced - He didn't like Necromancers much, but it was the rare one that would that would provide supper after a hard fight.