Things continue to go poorly. Neither of his supporting fighters from the back were able to keep the enemy mage from knocking Thygor out of the fight, which left Johan in the middle of an entire swarm of pissed off enemies with only a long digestion to look forward to whether or not he surrendered. Well, at least if he didn't surrender he might be able to stay unconscious for most of it; this wasn't how he'd expected things to go, but he couldn't really dispute that it was a common way for mercenaries to end up. Still- appearances had to be kept up. "Still with the sword?" He taunts through gritted teeth as the pain in his back lessens to a dull roar. "And here I thought I'd done a good enough job making myself seem appealing! Well, I do hate to interfere with your mage's plans, but-" He suddenly pivots and plants a sharp kick to where Thygor's kidneys would be were they not covered by thick steel plate. "DRAGON WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING, DO YOU THINK YOU GET PAID WHETHER OR NOT YOU ARE AWAKE AND DOING YOUR JOB! ONE TWO AND ON YOUR FEET, SOLDIER!" His voice has an entirely new snap of command undampened by the blood loss; Thygor was enough of a tank that even if he fell, there was at least a chance the rampaging dragon would set things right anyway. Better than the lack of chance he had right now.<br/><br/>[[Spending my entire round waking up Thygor.<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/>If you'd prefer I not spend a round to negate a spell that took a round to cast, I'll edit in an attack instead.<br/><br/>HP: 12/31, AC: 20, CMD: 20]]