<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>He watched with interest as the events before him unfolded. Always on the look out for a good fight and by the looks of things the odds were almost even, well in his mind anyway.<br/><br/>While he was being address, by the masked companion, or was it just before, Weom, pulled out his weapon of choice, his Maul of Titans. After waiting for her to finish, he responded. “What do you think?” he boomed, so that all in the vicinity could hear. “If a fight is what they want then a fight is what I will give them.”<br/><br/>He then turned to the others in his group and smiled a confident grin and questioned “Coming?”, as he began to pace towards the mob.