<strong>Name: </strong>Nick Voss<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Marcus, Danny<br/><br/>Nick raised an eyebrow at the bodies in the little lot, especially the one whose redstuff was painted rather explosively over the side of one of the, he assumed, still hot cars.<br/><br/>This Marchosias was pretty serious, which was good. Whatever the reason he wanted to stir up the Dwarves and Beasts, and nab this 'Jersey Devil', he wasn't doing a bit of it half assed. On the other hand, judging from the condition of the bodies in on the asphalt, maybe this wasn't the best employer in town. Nick listened to his plan, and nodded along. So he was going to be muscle, and just another beastman. He scowled a little, but didn't comment. The cash was too nice to pass up, and it honestly didn't sound too difficult to pull off. At least, not on his end. Just wait for the signal, and proceed to bash a few dwarves silly. Simple, fun, and he didn't have to kill anyone, just beat some faces in recklessly.<br/><br/>Nick smiled a little, thinking it might be nice to work off some tension, and fondled his brass knuckles in his pockets, runed and well bloodied in the past. They were better against the sort of bruisers that his horns, hooves, and fists couldn't handle. He was ready, and moved to stand closer to the others he was assigned with, looking to the fox to take the lead.<strong>"Ready to go Dan."</strong>he smiled down at the kit, figuring the others might take the lieutenant a little more seriously if he did. Made things run smoothly when folks knew who to look to for orders.<br/>