Merhault glanced over at the Piper, and grinned.<br/><br/>"If you can't tell people who want to kill you as soon as they are in a room with you, and as soon as they get those thoughts; then you should trust the person who can tell if a pack of Cryo-Pyro-Half-Fiend-Hydras is about to ambush you out of an Abyssal Acid Swamp. Even if you don't see the half-dozen hydras that are hiding under the flesh-searing swamp water.<br/><br/>Besides.<em>Un</em>-armed means nothing. I don't wield hammers because I<em>want</em>to. I wield weapons so that people know I'm wielding weapons, a warrior should be able to crush their foes with, or without, a stick."<br/><br/>Merhault pointed at the Malebranch still standing. It had been pummeled twice by hammers, kicked in the shins by adamantine boots, and bitten by a Shadow Dragon. A couple more swings and it would fall over he reckoned, the rest of this group were adequate enough combatants by his standards. They'd be able to mop up or soften anything they would face. Hopefully they'd learn a trick or two.<br/><br/>"Also, that Malebranch on your left. You should give him a whack. He probably doesn't like you ignoring him. They're strong and powerful Hell-Guards, Champions and Mounts; but when it comes down to it, they're just big bullies and grovel before those who can pummel them. They were probably bullies when they were mortals too."<br/><br/>