Damn, but if she wasn't tougher than she looked. The dark elf was both graceful and strong, and Maxim felt a slight twinge of envy as he watched her smooth, fluid swordsmanship. Not wanting to be outmatched in the eyes of the peasantry, he holstered his pistol, and charged into the fight, making sure to give both the dark elf and her reptilian mount a wide berth. The former seemed a tad distracted, at the moment, and, frankly, he wouldn't trust the mount with anything.<br/><br/>His duelist's instincts taking over, it was a fairly simple deal for Maxim to dodge and parry whatever the wild-men could throw his way. They were slow, and, while he was sure that their powerful strikes could deal catastrophic damage if one of them connected, he wasn't particularly concerned. He was much faster, and his sword was designed for quick, efficient cleaving, aided by the gravity of a swing. He may not have been able to dismember the wild-men as well as the dark elf could - her blade had to be magical, there was no other explanation - but he was perfectly capable of holding his own.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>