Gregor Hanz walked into Echoknot, searching for a smithy to trade with. He needed to restock on ores, and he hoped someone would have a need for weapons and armor. His mace was on his back, ready to be pulled out and used in a moments notice. One could never be to careful in these turbulent times. In the cart that he was dragging behind him, there was weapons and armors stacked to the brim and then some. Most of the weapons were blunt, maces, hammers, etc. When he found the smithy he was looking for,he spent a good half hour haggling with the man. When he left, both of them satisfied, he was ready to head home, make some more weapons and armor, practice his earth bending, maybe go to the local bar, and then call it a good night and sleep. Well, that was the plan anyways. That sorta got ruined when his cart was ran over with a giant boulder. "What in the name of the gods!?" He shouted, looking at the crushed remains of his cart and ores, now useless.
"I'm going to crush you skull!" Gregor roared after the man, pulling out his mace and using the earth to springboard him onto the boulder. "You know, it's not very nice to do this to a perfectly respectable town." Gregor commented to the surprised looking man. The man, still keeping the boulder going, attempted to swing at him with a small mace he had. Gregor ducked then responded with a swing of his own. The mace hit the man in the chest, sending him flying off the boulder. Gregor then slammed his mace on the boulder, causing it to crack in half, and stop. He leapt off and walked to the groaning man, who sent a smaller boulder flying at his head. Gregor barely dodged this, getting his shoulder clipped, and then sent an earthen fist straight up into the mans jaw. With a loud snap, his lower teeth met his upper and he fell down, stunned. "Well, you certainly have a jaw of stone." Gregor commented, standing over him with his mace ready.