The impact between the two weapons jarred Chetarren's arm, but he ignored the sudden lance of pain and swivelled to face his foe as soon as his hooves were on firm ground again. The old warrior didn't know how the human had anticipated the attack, but it only served to confirm in his mind that the human was involved in the incident here.

Approaching him more slowly this time, Chetarren stayed alert and let himself take in more of their surroundings, searching for something he could use to his advantage in this battle. Much to his disgust, the centaur stallion noticed a few flakes of snow begin to drift into the square, bringing physical cold to match the chill he had noticed upon his arrival in the seemingly deserted town.

It was only a few moments before the human broke into Chetarren's thoughts. "Who's there? Why must you attack? I mean no harm!"

"I do not have time to answer questions," the centaur snapped. "Tell me why you are here! Tell me what you have done!"

Confusion flitted across his enemy's face, and Chetarren used the momentary hesitation as his cue to attack. The centaur hurled his spear towards the human and dashed in with his hammer, aiming the strike for the human's sword-arm.

OoC: Yeah, it's short, but I'm trying to avoid major power-play here. Who wants to be next?

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Chetarren Caesar||Ilyena||Laurana||Brann
"I can't be bothered to procrastinate. Maybe I'll do it later." - Pandaemonium
"Ugh! Rew again?? He's not even in this damned clan!" - Din