"And you are?" He asked, not at all curious about the felenid right by him.

The legendary lead-filled mace, Big Punch, known for its extreme weight, yet it's incredible manuverability. The mace had the weight of four hundred pounds, yet in his hand it weighed about fifteen. His other hand held a shield of medium size, suitable for blocking projectiles and allowing better movement, but lacking in leg protection. He held it in front of him, head protected by the clear material, before he stopped to put on his horned helmet.

'T'actics set: Coward. Dodge and damage resistance way up, to-hit and damage way down. Gord decided to not comment, and to say nothing while he walked himself behind Mal.

Gord noped out, moving at a speed enhanced by seven-leagu boots, and a ring of speed. Death could wait. &quot;NOPE!&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Gord_wander_er)</div>

Gord simply shorthopped the slash with incredible ease, letting it pass under him. He didn't bother to say anything, since he had no questions and that his allies were handling it. He took out a good, delectable dwarven sausage, took a bite of it, and put it back in.

The dwarf was a bit grumpy at the previous message about him, but slid his focus into something more important, <i>&quot;Where could he find someone to fight him?&quot;</i> He soon noticed the cocky young man, and held his gaze, waiting for the man to notice.

The word scientist rang empty through the mind of the three foot tall dwarf, who could only answer with. &quot;Nay.&quot; Then he thought for a moment, and decided to ask everyone around him, &quot;Should we follow?&quot; Regardless, the dwarf pulled out an odd item, made of an odd material, and tossed it over the edge.

A short man was standing on the other side of the manor, eating a sausage. This man who was as tall as- <i>Oi, I amn't no gnome, I'm a dwarf!</i> Okay, my bad. The fiesty, oddly short dwarf, had a blade twice his height strapped to his back, but he didn't bother with that. He also had a &quot;dwarven longbow&quot;, as well as an incredibly heavy mace strapped to his side. This dwarf named Gord, was wandering around the outside of the manor, and eventually got to the front of the joint, the place, or, to the seasoned adventurer, the above-ground dungeon.

Nanoha would definitely notice the many sources of magic stemming from the dwarf, all over his body, under that chainmail of his. The little shimmer about his pockets underlied something inside, and the soft glow on his mace hid some strength. &quot;Ello.&quot; The dwarf said to the young lady. It was nice to have company once in a while.

A short little <span class="through">gnome</span> dwarf walked through the door. He walked in sideways, since the sword which was twice his height could only have been carried in a way that would... Complement his predominant features. He was armed to the teeth, with a &quot;dwarven longbow,&quot; a mace that pulled his heavy plate armor with a strange gravity, as well as a medium sized shield, formed of clear crystal. He carried a bulging pack too. Which he held on top of his head, for now, as he entered. He had heard of the place where warriors fought, and, fancying himself a warrior, entered.