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"My, my," hisses a voice from a darkened corner, "we are the confident type are we not, Scoff?"
A slender form steps out from the shadows. He has been standing there for some time, watching the fight and scheming how he could make off with some money from those involved in the brawl. He was an assasin, but clients and contracts had become thin lately, and he needed to make ends meet.
He looks at Scoff's fallen opponent. "A dairy farmer, you say?" he continued. "How appropriate- you fight like a cow."
The shadowy figure then draws out a short sword from beneath his garments. "Actions speak louder then words, Scoff. Feel the wrath of Grimslade!"
Grimslade lunges.
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