As the cart flew past Capros' head and towards impact with the man who had been speaking earlier, he eyed the Amazon angrily. He liked fighting, he really did, but it looked to him like this was about her ego more than the love of a challenge. He lifted his hatchet up by the blade, shifting his grip to its handle as he readied to use it, it looked like there was not going to be any other way to solve this.<br/><br/>With a laugh, Capros leapt between - then past the two fighting and kicked over the dockmaster as he tried to flee. "Let's talk," he said with a frightening glee before driving the axe down just above the man's shoulder, catching hold of his clothing and for the moment pinning him in place.-<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">Unfortunately, Capros had missed his target and pinned instead the self-proclaimed slave of Dionysus. Well, there was a hitch. Still, the dockmaster seemed stunned enough by the kick that Capros ignored his blunder and proceeded to lecture the greedy dockmaster anyway.</span><br/><br/>-"As you can see," Capros nonchalantly motioned behind him, "things on your precious property have taken a bit of a sour turn. I can't speak for the others, but I'm willing to-" a piece of wood broken by one or the other of the two fighting behind him hit Capros in the back of the head,<span style="color: #BFFFFF">making a somewhat humorous PING noise as it bounced off his helmet</span>. He turned to face them, his breathing oddly deepening as if his body was preparing for something. He heard the dockmaster speaking<span style="color: #BFFFFF">behind him</span>but it barely registered at all.<br/><br/>"Here we go," he whispered as he felt himself begin to shift.<span style="color: #BFFFFF">There could still have been a way out of this fight, but the window was closing fast. At least the stupid dock would get demolished in the thick of it.</span>