[hr][b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Tower 3F
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Viper[/center][/b]
Nor smirked at the Hooded Figure's words behind the faceplate of his armor. Mages were always full of big talk when things were going their ways, but as soon as their reality rewriting trickery was stripped of them, their tune changed to a pleading babe. Of particular note for the dwarf was how as soon as he had the chance, he got as far away as he possibly could from them. His words and actions contradicted, and the dwarf was looking forward to seeing that smug look wiped off his face.

That said, there were like 7 different beasts standing in between him and the robed faggot, including one of which that had the nerve to bite him. His first instinct was to lash out against is and stab it, but given the numbers of the situation, such a course of action would be unwise. When outnumbered like this, the bes course of action was to coordinate and try to take out as many enemies possible, one at a time. If you could reduce their numbers by even one, the momentum would begin to swing against them, and the easier it would become. So he stepped forward towards the great snake and took a couple stabs at it, the first one getting little better than a glancing blow, but the second hitting deeper. It'd take more to bring it down, but it was a start.