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[personal profile] totesintimidates 2018-05-14 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Draven couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a street brawl. His sword and shield coupled with his height made him an intimidating figure, and regular street thugs often hesitated to cause any trouble around him. However, that afternoon found the fighter not only without his weapons but also without armor--who knew that a quick walk would have lead to this?

Still, even if the ex-soldier preferred fighting with weapons, his hand-to-hand combat skills were nothing to sneeze at. Grappling was something Draven never really mastered, but his brute strength more than made up for it. Looking up from where he had a man pinned to the ground, Draven smiled just as his opponent passed out.

"Uh...yeah," he answered as he got back to his feet, dusting his trousers with one hand. He had the other placed on his hip, but not in a threatening way. Draven's body language was friendly and open, although there was a worried crease in between his eyebrows as he looked towards the direction the rest of the group had ran off to.

"What was that about? Are you OK?"