Huril skids over next to the little sorceress, watching as she electrocutes the foes aboard their little boat. "Ware the survivors, girlie, these kind fear such magicks, and would as soon cut yer hands off as talk to yuh," He said to her, more or less making it all up, though he sounded like he believed himself. He started to spin his sword around him, his body flowing like water as he began his dance of death, a very refined fighting style that was unfitting for such a crude man.

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Now he is racist and alcoholic!