<strong>Nick Voss<br/>Location:</strong>Inside the Golden Pick<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Beardies<br/><br/>As things finally got started, Nick couldn't help but smile a big silly kid-like grin. As his runed knuckles slipped onto his heavy fists, he bared his teeth and stepped up.<br/><br/>His first swing caught a Dwarf in the jaw, not managing to break it quite, but sending the squat figure tumbling into the side of the bar. The second caught another in the gut, a few ribs cracking under the impact. The squat's wind knocked out of him, he stumbled back, and caught a powerful hoof to the temple. When his body stopped rolling across the floor, blood started to pool around his head, and it was clear he wouldn't be getting up.<br/><br/>Wading into the fight proper, Nick let out a bellow and charged a mean looking stunty that was pulling out some serious firepower. Head lowered, the satyr plowed horns first into dwarven face, which broke in a variety of unpleasant if technically nonlethal ways. Standing over the unconcious dwarf Nick grinned, red now painting his horns in places.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on you fuckin stunties, who wants some?!"</strong>he taunted the room even as his allies poured in, many far more showy and distracting than him.