<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/c9/8d/a7c98d4f87e5099cc8669d19989836b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Khan-R'gal Skarskgard</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2314881)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>20 / 21<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>14<strong>Touch:</strong>19<strong>CMD:</strong>24<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Well now, this was a surprise! He heard the sound of running feet behind him and turned, half expecting to see another bestial foe running at him from behind; whilst he had a good battlefield awareness, there was always the chance that he'd missed something, or something behind him had changed since he'd last looked. The man who assumed he knew everything happening on the field was the man who was going to die to a blade he hadn't seen coming, or an arrow from an archer he'd failed to spot. The wise fighter, therefore, took every unexpected sound seriously and assumed nothing. It was one thing to fall because your opponent was superior - there was honour in that death, the satisfaction of a good fight that had finally gotten the better of you - and quite another to fail simply because you were a dumbass. Oh, dumbasses deserved to fall early and often, but it wasn't something to be proud of. If he was going to die, it would be because his enemy was simply better...not because he'd decided to assume at the wrong moment. Every possible threat had to be taken with at least a modicum of seriousness, or else you could end up killed by the stupidest of things.<br/><br/>Therefore, he turned away from the strange woman speaking the stranger tongue on the opposite side of the fallen enemy; he had no idea what she was saying, but he recognised the tone and expression easily enough. He could tell from the scornful pitch of her voice and the withering glare she gave him that she was one of those self-righteous, haughty individuals who looked down on people like him. He didn't know why, but then, it didn't matter, now did it? Whether it was because they saw him as uneducated or because they disliked the way he revelled in the fight, or because they were simply jealous that he was honest enough to enjoy all of life's simple pleasures, did it matter? The fact was, they were so wound tight that they couldn't have any fun and so hated it when other people had fun too. The very fact that he'd just bailed her out of a fight that was going very badly for her apparently didn't do a damn thing to make her any less scornful towards him...so she could be safely ignored. People who were quick to look down on others often didn't have anything to say worth listening to. Besides, he had something far more fun to attend to!<br/><br/>As soon as he turned around, he found himself looking at the rather delicious form of the drow running her way towards him. He expected her to stop, of course, but...she didn't. As she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck and crushed herself against his body, her luscious curves molding into the chiselled shape of his muscles. He let out a chuckle as he happily met her lips with his own; if this was a trick or a distraction, who cared? He didn't get flying kisses from beautiful drow every day, and if this was how he died, then he would die happy! The kiss was apparently only meant to last a moment or two, but he decided that given that she'd opened the door, he might as well take a few liberties. He followed her lips as she pulled away, giving her a proper, passionate, lustful smooch in return. His hands fell to her hips, rounding her body and giving her backside a rough, mauling squeeze in return. Nothing too savage, of course, but...well, firm enough that she'd definitely know that he liked what he saw! Whilst she spoke in a strange tongue that he couldn't understand, the tone - like the haughty woman behind him - was easy enough to understand; breathy, sensual, full of promise and encouragement that conjured images of a more...universal use for her lips in the future.<br/><br/>He gave her a salacious grin as he stepped away - with one last squeeze for the road - and a flickering look up and down her gorgeous body, before looking over at the woman who'd shouted something at him earlier with a mocking smirk. Just because she couldn't have fun, didn't mean he couldn't! He turned his attention back to the drow with a flirtatious wink.<strong>"I can't understand a word've what y're saying, babe, but thanks f' the love."</strong>For one...her kiss was apparently magical. He glanced down at himself to see his wounds knitting together, and shook his head with a chuckle. If that was how she was gonna heal him all the time moving forwards, well, maybe he'd need to get hurt more often! Alas, it seemed that there was not going to be a chance to get wounded again just yet. As he stepped away from the alluring young woman, he caught sight of a retreat, the two remaining creatures rushing into the nearby corner, clearly having realised the futility of their struggle. He sighed, a little disappointed; both of his kills had been swiped by other people - and a bird, of all things! - but he supposed he couldn't be too churlish. It had been a good fight, after all.<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, taking a couple of seconds to embrace his animal instinct, his eyes flashing a feline gold as they changed to reflect his Shifter nature, then shook his head as he took a step towards the fallen Dhampir. He ignored the scornful, haughty woman who was now babbling in some tongue he didn't understand, turning  glanced over towards the two he knew he could understand, Kali and the young oriental woman. Now that the fight was over, it was time to tend to fallen allies. It seemed pretty obvious that whatever had happened had happened to all of them, so sticking together was likely the best way to get out. Besides, they'd fought together, they hadn't tried to kill him...that was good enough for him, for the time being! He stooped down and prodded the side of the Dhampir's face with a curious finger, before holding his hand up in front of his mouth. He was breathing, at least, which was a good sign.<strong>"So, either've you two know how t' heal up a Dhampir? He's alive, but tha's about it. I don' reckon we're gettin' out've here draggin' a body with us, so him bein' awake would be preferable, yeah?"</strong>He shrugged.<strong>"Unless y' wanna leave him here, I guess. Though that seems a bit cold, all things considered, and I did kinda promise him a drink later."</strong>He was many things, but a willing liar wasn't one of them! He'd promised him a drink and a fuck, and that was what he was getting! Once they got out, of course. Khan wouldn't mind doing it before, but the other man seemed like the stuffy type, so...pick your battles, eh?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Khan takes a <strong>Standard Action</strong> to <strong>Shift,</strong> his eyes turning a feline gold as he gains <strong>+2 Charisma</strong> and the ability <strong>See In Darkness</strong></div></div>