Marric grunts in surprise as the cudgel impacts his head... but after everything else that's happened today, such a weak strike barely even registers on the radar. He stutters to his feet, though, playing it off like he's about to fall... only to straighten and stand tall, surrounded or not.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">((Standing from sitting- idk if this will provoke AoO's, but at least now he's not flat-footed against them.))</div></div><br/>"Fine..." He says, looking at his would-be muggers. "I figure that means we're done playin', so let me go ahead an' give you your 'truth.'"<br/><br/>He smirks, and cracks his knuckles. Let them think what they will... but his body language should tell them in no uncertain terms that he'll fight until his last breath.<br/><br/>"I spent my day today huntin' down bandits. The 'friend' I told ya about? He's a fella carryin' a sword an' an imp on his shoulder... an' I'm lookin' fer a second round from our fight earlier today." He turns his attention, then, to the man he'd been dicing with. "An' your truth is gonna be you, tellin' me where he is. Whether I have ta beat it outta ya or not."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative: 1d20+5= 18</div></div>