[center][h2][color=fff79a]Bertol[/color][/h2][/center]
Bertol frowned when his attempted assassination on his big fish had failed. With one tight clench of his Moon-shaped relic, it glowed in rough flickers as he let out a loosely concentrated flow of magic. A hastily churned out shower of stones was sent at Raz. But an unfocused attack like that wasn't enough to kill, or even hinder a dwarf. [i]He's a dwarf? That explains his figure......[/i]

[i]Good...[/i] Bertol let out a smirk upon noticing his vice captain coming in as reinforcements. He had deliberated on going with this measure, but there isn't anything to worry about now that he'll have people backing his position.

[color=fff79a]"Running away huh? You [b]ELF[/b]!"[/color] Bertol taunted at the dwarf. He knows that Dwarves hates Elves more than anything in the world, and calling them that would incite even the most serene-tempered Dwarf. [i]Wait is there even a dwarf without temper issues...?[/i]