((Question.... How did he know she was going after the witch?))

As he reached his door he unlocked it and pushed it open, Leaning against the left side of the frame for support. 'Tomorrow morning is going to be a rough one...' he thought to himself as he allowed his dog to run in and jump onto the bed, taking most of the room.

Closing the door behind him he said softly, "Fang (Original I know) Move over you lazy dog!" Fang looked up to him for a moment, then slowly rolled onto his back in defiance of his masters orders, making a small groaning noise.

"You've been spoiled to much..." He couldn't help but not be mad at Fang. He walked over and gave him a rough rub with both hands on his head, before finally pushing the dog down to the bottom of the bed.

He took off his worn jacket and shirt, the man was large for an average man, weighing about 230 pounds. He needed that muscle long before to support the armor he used to wear... but not any more. Still keeping in shape to fight was the reason he kept himself in fit condition.

He took off his sword's belt slowly and very gently placed it on the dresser near the head of the bed. running his hand along the polished leather for a moment before slowly lowering himself into the bed.

He closed his eyes only for a moment when he heard a slam of a door a crossed from his room, as well as some struggling. He raised out of bed with relative ease, given his huge frame. Grabbing his sword's grip, he ripped it out of the sheath, the metal Chappe rubbing against the blade as it was pulled from the sheath. "Damn Bandits..." whispered harshly.

Fang jumped up as well, knowing when his master pulled a sword, he was going to fight. He pranced around his master like a dog who wanted to play fetch as he made his way to the door.

He swung his door open, narrowly missing his dog as he did so. Then taking one step forward with his left foot, his right raised and shot forward, slamming into the door and bursting it open. The door's top hinges broke at the force, it now hung at an angle as now the warrior filled the doorway. Fang managed to get in and lowered, his teeth bare and a loud growl could be heard.

Seeing it was the woman he promised to help, his eyes narrowed on the strange fellow. His muscles twitched at the promise of battle. "Let her go... or I will feed your bones to my dog." His voice was low, and still very gruff from yelling so many times in battle.

He raised his sword and pointed it at the man, for the woman, it might have been strange to see him now, it had seemed that even in his drunken state.... that he looked perfectly sober now.

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