"My employer's  Ms Lattia Felson." He smirks, naming one of the richest furs on the other side of the world. "Perhaps you've heard ae her? Tall bunny, big boobs. Rather fond of..." Baz pauses, his ears flushing red in a blush. "Yeah.  Extreme muff diving." He chuckles, passing Janus the whiskey flask. When the Tasmanian Devil slams into the wall. He leaps back, his adrenaline ramping up his reflexes to those only a rodent can achieve. "BUGGER ME SIDEWAYS! "<br/><br/>Drawing his shotgun, Baz re-holsters his sword. Screaming an oath that consists of a string of swearwords in several languages, he unloads three shells at it, unsure whether he'll hit his target. "Scarper ye daft bastards!" He hollers, re-holstering his shotgun and drawing two of his skean dhus. He grins darkly, looking at the berzerker. "Hey, Taz." He smirks, swishing the daggers through the air.<br/><br/>He examines the 4" razor sharp daggers, and the oaths engraved into the blades. Then he looks up at his adversary "Rghaaagh! Dance, ye bas'r, DANCE!" And in a blur of fur and blades, he lunges at the Tasmandian devil, his eyes flashing red with a natural Berzerker Rage, the Blood Fury that Highlanders are famed for. "COME GET SOME YAE SASSENACH!"