Fight

Your hand shoots down for your morning star as you turn around bring it up to the presence behind you. You hear a shattering as the cloaked figure now in front of you seems to have parried with a bottle of some kind. The strong smell of **** fills your nose as a bronze liquid is sprayed across the two of you. The figure seems to be caught off guard by the bottle as you bring your shield up to bash him with it. Your blow connects as the figure staggers back a few feet.

With him now in the moonlight, you recognize the attacker as Bax.

“Fucking A woman, are you trying to kill me?” He says shaking **** off his arm.

“I suppose I could ask you the same question.” You say still holding your weapons up,

“I was going to surprise you with a drink.” He says throwing the broken bottle on the ground. He seems to take note of your raised weapons.

“You’re not mad are you?”