[Oddly enough, Zaveid wasn't there to fight; he just wanted to check out that really cool looking ship. But, if the other guy wants to scuffle, then who is he to deny the opportunity? Thus far it all seems like banter, but he'll keep his guard up, just in case.
And rightfully so. Before Zaveid can get another word out, the troll is gone from sight. When Kevas bursts forth from his shadow, Zaveid yells in surprise and moves to sidestep. He's quick for his size. What kind of wind seraph would he be if he couldn't move like the breeze itself?
So close is Zaveid to being out of Kevas' reach, but it's just not enough. If Kevas is going for the grapple, he'll find himself succeeding with the hold.]
Sorry pal! You ain't my type!
[Forever amused, Zaveid starts to fight back, determined to break himself free of Kevas' reach.]
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And rightfully so. Before Zaveid can get another word out, the troll is gone from sight. When Kevas bursts forth from his shadow, Zaveid yells in surprise and moves to sidestep. He's quick for his size. What kind of wind seraph would he be if he couldn't move like the breeze itself?
So close is Zaveid to being out of Kevas' reach, but it's just not enough. If Kevas is going for the grapple, he'll find himself succeeding with the hold.]
Sorry pal! You ain't my type!
[Forever amused, Zaveid starts to fight back, determined to break himself free of Kevas' reach.]