HereComesTheSnow Member

Current "tell me which wire disarms it and we all get out of here alive," i hiss, slamming the mime to the wall as the timer ticks down. he smirks, and begins placing his hands flat on the air between us

keeping my loot table a closely guarded secret and seeding false rumors that i am an essential NPC so only the insatiably bloodthirsty try to kill me, granting me the war my beleaguered soul craves

roguishly yet charmingly pulling a trick of sleight of hand, i ask the mayor if he was "looking for THIS"? as i pull his varangian guard's czerka from behind his back and get tackled immediately

its usually either that or you just completely house the opponent by being some manner of stupidly athletic by comparison that happens too

Timing, distance, balance, and deception. Fighting, especially in the man-to-man realm, often boils down to a game of lies. You find ways to make the other idiot see a pattern and then break it on him