Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

Izen over swings and misses Uruzall and hits the ground next to him, kicking up some dirt from the impact. Uruzall continues to run away.

Izen connects with Uruzalls' leg just as he runs away from him. The strike throws Uruzall off balance, making him unable to continue to run. From the camp, Tol lines up aim and hurls a dagger towards Uruzall. Uruzall lets out a wail "ZIIIIDAAAR" as the dagger sinks into his shoulder. Uruzall turns, hunched over, drawing his crossbow taking a shot at Tol. Thanks to the dagger sunk in his shoulder, it throws off his aim and the arrow whizzes by Tols head. Angry, he throws the crossbow and draws his scimitar and awaits for melee while growling at Izen.

Uruzalls' eyes dart around the surrounding forest, his hands twitch for a second. A tear streams down his face and he drops his weapon, falling to his knees, head lowered.

The hammer comes down cracking Uruzall in the head causing it to thump off the ground. Everyone hears a voice come from the forest. Uruzall lifts his weary head up, which you can see now has a large gash in the front, blood streaming down his face. "Tsk Tsk Tsk, I didn't know I raised my little brother to be such a coward!" out steps another half-orc, at least a foot and a half taller and 150 pounds heavier than Uruzall. Walking over to Uruzall "I have half the mind to let them finish you off or kill you myself but luckily for you, little brother, you're family." he hoists Uruzall up with little effort, rips open his shirt and holds Uruzalls sword against the scar and slips something into his hands. He turns towards Izen, you can see his armor has a cut out hole on the chest, proudly showing off a scar similar to Uruzalls'. "Now lets teach some manners to the man that strikes someone unarmed and surrendering..." he looks over his shoulder towards Uruzall "...like a coward." he draws his scimitar and makes two strikes against Izen. Izens armor just deflects the blows with ease. He calls out towards Tol "Don't think I forgot about you, the man who made my little brother take knee!" he tosses a dagger up, catching it by the tip then launching it towards Tol. The dagger flies past sinking into the ground. Uruzall uncorks a potion, chugging it down and you see the large gash closes up and stops bleeding. Uruzall readies his weapon.

Zidar side-steps the arrow and give a loud chuckle when it sinks into the nearby ground. He extends his arms then pounds on his chest where his scar is and lets out a roar. "You're going to need to do better than that, dwarf."

Izen swings his hammer towards Uruzalls head. When it connects, a deafening crack is heard as it snaps his neck. Uruzalls' body goes limp instantly and slumps to the ground. Zidar stares at the now limp body of his brother, he kneels down and yanks Tols' dagger out of Uruzalls shoulder, a spurt of blood shoots out, Izen hears a soft whisper "useless." he then stands up and looks Izen straight in the eyes. "My brother was weak, yes, a coward that preyed on frail old women and children but he was family.
He should of been killed by my hands, not yours! You took that from me, i'm going to enjoy bathing in dwarf blood tonight." He strikes twice with his scimitar. The first strike Izen easily deflects with his shield. The second has a bit more power Izen wasn't expecting and slices through his cheek. Then, out of nowhere, Izen feels a dagger sink into his rib cage.

Zidar removes the dagger from Izens side and laughs "Warning shot? I can do this all day!" as Tol fires off another arrow, Zidar once again side-steps. Only this time Tol is able to predict Zidars movement and catch him in the arm. He grabs the arrow and snaps it. "Lucky shot, dwarf."

Izen swings his hammer hitting the arm Tol put an arrow in, embedding the broken arrow further into the thick half-orc bicep. Zidars face clenches and tries not to show pain. Zidar wipes the blood spit off his face and licks it off his hand "Your blood taste good dwarf, let me go taste the other ones' now." Zidar grabs Izen and pushes him to the ground and walks over to Tol.

Zidar wasn't anticipating Izen to be so sturdy and stout, so much so that Zidar stumbles a bit, giving Izen the chance for another swing.