[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[color=ff5000][b]"No fight is fair."[/b][/color] Renar replied automatically to Fleuri, the words coming out of his mouth before he thought them through. That particular philosophy had been beaten into his head often enough that he couldn't ever quite stop himself from repeating it. Those vaunted tourneys that the Flower of the North had made his name in were much the same. What was a joust, but a demonstration of how well one could ride while wearing the densest block of steel they could pay for? A good suit of jousting armor was almost half a victory assured right there. The other half being a suitable charger to bear such a burden. [color=ff5000][b]"This isn't common cause. Just common sense."[/b][/color] 

As if to illustrate his point, Renar brought his poleaxe around in a flourish, driving the butt up into a charging Boar's crotch. While the man howled in pain, the Bastard of Brias brought his weapon's axe head down to split his skull. Even as the Boar fell, however, Renar took his off-hand and ripped his newest victim's dagger from its scabbard on his belt before hurling it straight into the eye of the next mercenary to charge him. Movement in his peripheral vision drew his attention, and he glanced over briefly before turning back towards the fight. 

[color=ff5000][b]"We've a runner in the back of their formation. Likely sending for reinforcements."[/b][/color] Renar said almost conversationally as he caught a sword on the haft of his poleaxe, twisting his grip so as to disarm the Boar who dared attack him. [color=ff5000][b]"None of those who broke ranks seem close enough to intercept, unless Dame Tyaethe sees fit to apply herself."[/b][/color] The 'for once' went unsaid as Renar drove his spear tip into the Boar's chest, kicking him off his weapon in short order.

[color=ff5000][b]"If this marks the third occasion I have to miss the lion's share of the fun, I may be the one breaking ranks next time."[/b][/color] It would have been a joke, had the sentiment behind it been any less real. [color=ff5000][b]"Honestly,"[/b][/color] Renar groused directly to the next Boar to try to kill him, feinting a horizontal sweep before stepping close and smashing the haft of his poleaxe straight into the mercenary's nose. [color=ff5000][b]"I was led to believe that you people would be an intriguing fight. Your reputation is starting to feel rather undeserved."[/b][/color] The knight hooked the edge of his axe head around the man's neck, and pulled, a Boar's head flying into the air. 

[@Crimson Paladin]