"All right then. We'll try to leave some alive for questioning."<br/>With preternatural speed and balance, Ozzie rushes forth and engages the figures, who scramble to their feet. Some of the figures attempt to flee, but a few stand to fight, barehanded, their uncovered arms overgrown like bark.<br/><br/>Ozdimir is surprised by the quickness of the first one he makes a move at, jabbing him quickly in the stomach, though he shrugs off the blow and forces his foe to be defensive, barely dodging his fierce sword strikes.