Across from him, the other swordsman tried his damndest to disguise the surprise on his face, and languidly holds up a hand to the barkeep. All the fake-confidence and suppression of surprise in the world however, couldn't stop Dio's hand from shaking, betraying his supposedly-calm look.<br/><br/>"Well, good sir. My 10 gold coins, if you may."<br/><br/>He'll pray dearly tonight. Barely got by the skin of his teeth, almost became a slave to this tavern after just stepping foot in it! He couldn't believe his stupidly good luck. Dio couldn't even make a clever smirk, after Reaver had underestimated him not even an hour ago.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133364.msg5979018#msg5979018">Quote from: sleepingferret on 11-03-2012, 04:26:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The half-orc desperately tried to reposition both his blade and his hands in time, to accept Dio's latest counter.  But as Reaver brought his blade up, Dio's blade slammed into his, and Reaver was unable to re-adjust his grip quick enough.<br/><br/>The half-orc's sword clanged to the floor, as Reaver took a step back with a raised eyebrow.  <br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: 1d20, adding 10 to the total<br/>Comment: disarm counter<br/>Result: 5,<br/>Total: 15<br/></div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>