The man turned his cup over, speaking already. "Attack." He had three skulls, and two shields. The score was pretty evenly tied it seemed then, with one win each, but the next instant Marric could see an arm swing his way. He had seen the attack coming, but it was still done before Marric could really react proper, causing him to see stars as the club in the man's hand smacked him across the back of the head.<br/><br/>The men looked at Marric, whether he'd fall over from the strike or not, though all grinning fiendishly about this 'naive man' joining their campfire to get mugged, or worse.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Marric took 2 damage from the strike, he was aware of it so a good sneak attack seemed to be out of the question, but given the numbers around him it doesn't seem like a nice situation still. </div></div>