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"Halt!" A commanding voice took a second's attention from the big burly man, who was kicking the poor fighter wildly. "In the name of Helm, stop this maddness!" Carlos stepped down his warhorse, and came to intercept the big burly man.
"This man" he pointed to Delita "He is my friend. I'll be forced to defend him if you continue your violence. I do not wish a fight with you however. May we find a peaceful way to settle this?"
His hand was beside his long sword and will be ready in an instance if the big burly man assualts. Carlos is on alart, listening for the sound of wind, ready to dodge missle attacks. He scanned the area as he talks, looking for signs of ambush.
His appearance is none-threatening, with a sense of calmness about.
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