[center][h3][color=ff9900]Týfurkh[/color][/h3][/center]

Týfurkh bared his teeth, presenting Nieffar with the most angry grin he could probably muster. Should he really hand him over the crossbow ? What if he didn't ? It was the only really useful weapon left to him that could make an impact, but on the other hand he would have to reload it first again and the sightless would certainly not let that happen.

The giant growled, then tossed the crossbow right into the sightless ugly face. Hopefully something would start to bleed, even if it was just a little and wouldn't last longer than half a minute! 

And now ? Would his enemy proceed with his plan to... get him rid off... his manlyhood ?

[color=ff9900]"And now ? Still thinking about what to do, you idiot ?"[/color] Týfurkh tried to provoke helplessly. He had not yet noticed that some of his own people were still around.