Bjorn: draws sword Ready to lose, peasant? Hand over the gold.
pulls out the golden armor set that I bought to try to impress him
snickers Is that supposed to intimidate me? Pathetic. I'll crush you without breaking a sweat. lunges forward with a powerful strike
spits on the ground angrily Cute?! Who are you calling cute, you insolent worm?
I draw a beautiful black sword and slay him in seconds.
falls to the ground, bleeding Gah! What the...?! How could you...?!
snarls, brandishing his sword You think you can take my gold without a fight? Prepare to taste the edge of this blade, weakling!
grabs EmberSpirit by the collar and looks them in the eye Listen here, you weakling. I want your gold, and I'll do whatever it takes to get it.
smirks, twirling his sword That's a good choice, boy. Surrender now, before I make you suffer.
I draw my bow Don’t underestimate the resistance on the weakling
smirks A peasant's weapon against a warrior's blade? How cute. This won't take long. charges towards EmberSpirit with his sword raised high
smirks Well, aren't you eager to taste the edge of my blade? You think you stand a chance against me?
I draw my sword I am afraid I will have to decline that request.
narrows eyes You dare defy me? Fine, let's see if you can handle this! lunges forward with a fierce strike
throws a bag of gold coins at EmberSpirit Take it! This is my final offer. You won't get another chance like this, loser.
I draw my sword a long two-handed blade of silver glowing with the moonlight and the magic of the elf's forest
smirks, twirling his sword in anticipation You think you can take me down, little girl? Your delicate sword won't stand a chance against mine.
I pull out my bow and hit you right in the heart
grunts in pain You think that'll stop me, you pathetic archer? charges at EmberSpirit with my sword
Stands there, looking at him with amusement. Money? What money? You think I'm rich?
laughs mockingly Oh, you think this humble exterior hides your true wealth? Don't flatter yourself, weakling.
I draw my weapon and my wolf ears rise up on my head
grins, brandishing his sword Oh, so you have fangs? This will be easier than I thought.
you notice I have a cold to the touch with a beautiful smile that makes you feel happy
laughs mockingly Happy? You think a mere smile can fool me? I see through your weak facade, peasant!
I draw my sword you underestimate me
grins wickedly Oh, I doubt that, little girl. Your sword may be sharp, but mine has drunk the blood of countless enemies.