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Halfwolf listened to the man speaking as if bored with his games, reaching back to regain his weapon of choice in case the brawl continued. As the thief before him vanished however, the raider couldn't help but feel on edge. A shadow tactic aye, I've dealt with your kind before you cowardice buffoon. The though ran through his mind over and over, as he drew his daggers before him, a stance ready for battle. Now the raider was in motion however, seeming like a fool to all who witnessed his motions as he stepped about.

Beneath the fur of his mask, the eyes of the unknown warrior were more downwards than anything, for he knew a strong shade could vanish from sight without a single shimmer in the air. Instead, the brawler swept his boots across the dirt laying about the ground, kicking it up i small clouds and watching for disturbances. His circular pattern itself seemed to arouse laughter among the men about him. The thieves cackled at his apparent stupidity and his men seemed to loose all hope for their survival of the night.

"I know these ways..." The words slipped from his lips like mist caught in a morning breeze. Silent to most all, save those with the keen ears of an elf or goblin. Upon hearing the voice of his foe however, Halfwolf spun about to find the man fully dressed and armored for the brawl to come.

"Ah, once more you mock me with your tricks...I believe it's time I played a few of my own if you don't mind." His voice became more gravely towards the end of his statement, his entire body seeming to tense for just a moment as he once more took up a charge at his light haired opponent. We'll see who is the fool by the end of this fight.

The man was sly, as Halfwolf had come to learn, thus expectations had begun to arise within him...affecting his form of battle. Though Halfwolf was indeed a member of a simple raiding party, the man was no push over, a truly skilled leader...and master of assorted skills.

As the thief struck out with his iron mug, foul intent filling it's cup, the air became all which it collided with. Halfwolf on the other hand seemed to have dived to all fours...gathering fur...changing. Through the soft grass and well packed dirt paths between the two men, one could hear the sounds of solid thuds become soft pats upon the earths surface. With a trained eye you could find a change within the eyes of the man which stood to lead his brutes through a rampage of the small village, and from the rush of his breath, heard only by the deities of wind themselves, one could notice the ease of his newly formed lungs.

Halfwolf had transformed to become all wolf. A man who carried the rare dengen skill to form a beast from his own body. With the night in the sky covering the black fur about his body, men would gasp as a blur shot passed them striding in to bite at Duncan's legs with an iron jaw.

As the wolf form of the raider was suddenly placed in a head hold, Halfwolf seemed to become only more agitated. As his head was clasped, the fur would suddenly vanish in an instant, the thick neck of the wolf having been replaced by the thinner neck of the man whom it had once been. The raider then slipped his head through the created space, standing swiftly behind the scoundrel which had placed him in the position in order to wrap his arms about his head for a choke.

"Great men were never known for giving up." Halfwolf spat, though his fur mask caught the gesture before it could reach his opponent, moistening the coarse inside of the peculiar head-ware. Pulling upwards with all his might, the captain of the currently deceased attempted to return the favor, even if it was one by one starting with this man. "You've slain my pack...." He grunted through tightly gritted teeth.

As the two men spoke, the sound of galloping horses came near. Hooves stamped upon the ground as a platoon of armored men rushed in to assist the progress of the raid. These men as well held no banner upon them, their city to be proclaimed only in victory...especially considereing the ever lingering possibility of loss.

Upon one of the many horses that stomped through the dirt pathways throughout the town, one male accompanied by a group of twenty approached the two brawler's location. He wore glinting steal fashioned in small plates to mimic the scales of a dragon, and a red sash about his waste.

"Halfwolf!" He roared violently. "What happened here you pathetic dog?" the man screamed, he features taking upon themselves a reddish hue. "You took fifteen of my men and brought them to their failure so quickly....I should have your head!" Turning swiftly to his own men towards the rear, the bearded fellow shouted once more. " Well hurry up and chain these other buffoons like the rest!" He proclaimed, making a reference to the other innocent towns people. "Halfwolf...get over here!" The glinting soldier waved a hand motioning for the action.

Glaring at Duncan for a moment as he desired to finish his battle, both physically and intellectually with the thief master, Halfwolf turned and soon rushed to return towards his commander. Still quite suspicious at the opponent's tactics however, the raider kept an eye over his shoulder.