Axol watched, his brows narrowed and hooding observant eyes, more observant than he had ever shown to his companions. This was battle; his profession and passion. And before him were warriors, rusty and honed alike, dancing to his favorite tune. The fear still bites at him, fearing he won't make it out of this, fearing he won't see his son again. Yet the excitement was too palpable, a selfish drive that he feels he owes to himself. After all, he only keeps enough money to eat and drink for a week in spite of scarce work, while the rest went to the boy. Being a father is a fight he can't really seem to grasp just yet, but [i]this[/i] fight he can do just fine.

He stood not too far from the rest, waiting for the right moment to jump in. [color=0072bc][i]"Six feet of heavy steel, they're bound to get caught in it, reckless as I am."[/i][/color] He kept his weapon over his shoulder, yet he paced impatiently. Heart beating against his chest, mind slowly blanking, and his soul adjusting to the symphony of violence that needed no beat. [color=0072bc]"The misshapen dog should be worth while."[/color] He mutters to himself. Axol did not really know that bears were called bears, he had always just assumed they were very big dogs... And this big dog's frosty mange was unlike anything he had seen.

Axol watches as the new-addition (who he hopes is charitable like the archer) uses his mechanical companion to protect himself from the beasts' attack, wondering what other tricks the it could do, like brewing ale, maybe? Hopefully. The sellsword also took note of Bromann's almost manic state, sending arrows flying toward the ungodly elk which reacts in a foreign gore of rot fumes and sharp shrieks. Rachel, whose name he had just now overheard, enchants the arrows, empowering the next volley and causing some satisfying damage to the larger target. Axol enjoys the surprising spirit the young archer has, never-mind the lack of composure. [color=0072bc]"First battle, lad?"[/color] He calls out to Bromman, not really assessing that now is not a good time to engage in small-talk. [color=0072bc]"Let the fight steer you,"[/color] he lets the greatsword leave a trail through the snow as he dragged it, walking toward the huge hound. [color=0072bc]"Thinking will come naturally."[/color]

But before he could tackle the big dog, Andrea pounces on the beast with admirable ferocity. Instinctively, a strong jolt of annoyance shot through his veins seeing someone else take on his target before even asking. The mischief in the pointy-eared woman's voice spoke out again, one he is now considered to be a prick on his behind. [color=0072bc][i]"Again with that bloody voice."[/i][/color] He turns his attention toward the elk, the creature still adamant on tearing away at their new companion's flesh despite the mechanic defenses he had put up. He gripped his greatsword tightly, rushing toward the skinny beast and ready to swing the width of the blade in hopes of knocking it away. [color=0072bc]"Brace, whoever you are!"[/color] He announced with the excitement of a child as he steps a foot forward, holding the blade high like a bat before spinning once to earn momentum, then again to deliver the blow, meeting his target's empty eyes with a blood-thirsty grin, a small part of him hoping that the machine-wearer would not be hit, a bigger part of him hoping he could take the blow if it did...

Actions:
1. Move towards the elk.
2. Use "Be Humble" ability on the elk.
[hider="Be Humble"] [Fighting Style (Swords)] E, [Knockback] F - With the width of his sword, Axol swings with great force, knocking his foe back. [b]E Grade - 1 Post Cooldown[/b] [/hider]