[color=a0410d][h1]Jerod Staudinger[/h1][/color]

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[color=a0410d]"Quibble over details later indeed, let us go about our grim business."[/color] It was growing increasingly plain that the Varjans were up to something, but that was neither here nor there for now. Joining the assault against the Varjans, he moved to intercept the Warrior that brandished an axe in a vaugely menacing way in his direction. Jerod smirked, rapier in hand as he ducked the first swing, ducking right into an uppercut which sent him reeling. Finding his footing unsound in the impact, he was on his back as the Warrior tried and bring the axe down to a swift end. Rolling to his side, he was on his feet and distance reset as the snarling Warrior raised in a swing. Too telegraphed, far too telegraphed, and Jerod acted as the Warrior charged forward. The sellsword lunged forward, deftly fast, intercepting the man well before he would have been prepared with a precise thrust for the throat. This time he minded his footing though, because the mass of a Warrior moving forward wouldn't stop just because his throat had been pierced, and he would have to move on a moment's notice.