Brutally.

Another sort of individual might think that there is a way to use words to settle this or to settle into stealth to bring things to an end. You, however, are not one of those individuals at this moment. At this moment, as you see one of your personally selected followers about to be assaulted by a group of honorless beasts that don't even have it in them to follow the lead of their chieftain, you do not have words and will not waste a single second trying to take a subtle approach. There is no room for subtlety when anger fills you. Anger at the disrespect they show to you by attacking your follower and anger you feel at them for laying hands on Blackmane, who you had already said was yours. Even if she was not your mate, you had claimed her verbally in front of the beast-kin. That they would disrespect that...well, that was infuriating.

So it was with a quick movement that you burst into the tent, holding your hammer high up on the handle as you did not have room to make a full swing. You swung it short-handed instead, swinging it towards the side of the moose-man's head. He has a moment to look over at you in surprise before the heavy obsidian head of the hammer slams into his temple with bone-rattling ****. The thud of the weapon slamming into flesh and bone is audible in the enclosed tent, resounding deeply as the impact jars the large beast-kin to his core. You see the shock of impact drive consciousness from the moose-man all at once, his eyes rolling back and his body going limp as he falls to the ground in a heap like a puppet with its strings cut.

The two stag-men, shocked by this sudden attack, don't have time to recover themselves before you are on them, grasping your hammer by the haft right under the head of it and slamming that heavy bludgeon into the chest of the stag-man holding Blackmane's arms, knocking the breath from him as you slam your weapon into his diaphragm. The other stag-man starts to move, but you are quick to swing the end of your hammer like a staff, catching him in the throat with the handle hard enough to drop him to a seated position and causing him to **** and gasp for breath. You take advantage of his being pained and out of breath by spinning your hammer around and slamming the heavy end of it into the the stag-man's temple, taking him down and out as you had the moose-man before him.

You then turn your attention to the remaining stag-man who had just begun to recover from the strike to his chest, moving quickly to slam your elbow directly into his face. His nose and lips mash and split, blood spurting and teeth breaking at the impact. He howls in agony, his hands moving to clutch his bleeding nose on reflex which causes him to finally release Blackmane. As you slam your hammer down upon his skull, knocking him out and sending him to the ground in a heap, Blackmane is quick to roll away and crawl into a corner of the tent, breathing heavily and crying to herself as she does.

You, meanwhile, look around at the carnage you had wrought...though it was not the full extent of the damage you could have done. You had held back, not wanting to kill the beast-kin outright. Well, no, you had wanted to kill them, but you had decided against it because you knew doing so could cause trouble. It was one thing to be welcomed into the beast-kin camp after besting Balthor in combat. It is another to remain an honored guest when you had three dead beast-kin on your hands. No, better you leave them alive and let their chieftain mete out punishment more fitting than that you had.

Though, as you look down at the moose-man that you knew was probably the ringleader here, you couldn't help but growl and spit down upon his face in anger. How dare he disrespect you in such a manner? You wouldn't let it stand. You, in your anger, decided he deserved a little extra punishment and so you swung your hammer around so that the heavy head of it was aimed at the ground. You kicked the moose-man in the gut, causing him to expel a large coughing breath and roll over onto his back. And, as he did, you brought your hammer down hard...right between his legs and upon the beastly cock that had guided the moose-man into this action.

You slammed your weapon down hard upon the moose-man's groin and mashed soft flesh against the ground savagely. The moose-man was shocked awake by the sheer agony of feeling his most sensitive parts being mangled, flesh breaking and blood spilling as you ground your hammer down upon the ground, pulping the moose's testes beneath it as you did. He woke...and then immediately passed out again as sheer pain overwhelmed his senses and had him dropping down onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. He lay still then and you picked your hammer up, surveying the grisly aftermath of your attack and then wiping blood and flesh from the head of it upon the moose's furred chest.

"You won't use that thing for anything except a reminder of not to take what does not belong to you, scum.", you growl down at the **** moose-man and spit down on him again before you finally turn away and look towards Blackmane.