[center][i]"HOW DARE YOU ENTER THESE WALLS YOU BLASPHEMOUS WRETCH!?"[/i][/center]

After the inital shock of getting water thrown at him and being yelled to at the same time, Typhus scowled and grunted at the man in front of him. Refusing to take off his helmet, Typhus instead put his hand on the hilt of his sword before talking, an act that wasn't unnoticed by the holy knights behind him. Speaking in a quiet but gravely voice, Typhus said [i]"I don't see the issue here inquisitor. From the looks of the now empty bounty board and the sack of coins I have in my possession, I'd say I did this miserable city a favor. Besides, it's not like I've been trying to convert others from your weak god."[/i]

[center][b][i]"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? HOW DARE YOU! YOU HERETICAL WHORESON!"[/i][/b][/center]

Seeing the look of flustered rage radiating from the inquisitor made the inevitable fight worth it and hey, maybe he will be a worthy battle. Giving a hidden smirk, Typhus said with unhidden malice, "I say it how it is Inquisitor, if your god accepts these weak willed fools than he isn't worth taking people from him. Besides, only cunts build churches." With the last insult put onto the heritical cake, the inquisitor drew his sword to strike down Typhus. 

However, quicker than one could dream of a man of his size doing, Typhus rocketed his fist forwards and collided with the inquisitors face. Causing a fountain of blood to spray from his nose as it shattered under the force, with a smirk Typhus saw teeth fly out as well. Before the holy knights could react, Typhus threw his the massive weight of his shield into the body of a knight as he withdrew he sword. With a thump of power, blue energy exploded from the surface of the blade once it connected with the knight and with a satisfying shower of gore the knight was left as a pile of scrap and viscera. Continuing with his ram, Typhus pushed the knight pinned between his shield and the wall until the spikes pushed through the armor, bringing unpleasant death upon the holy man. Admiring his work, he was rocked out of it as a heavy sword met with his shoulder. Giving a grunt, Typhus twisted his body and turned to face the now unarmed knight as his weapon caught the large horns of his armor and flung from his hands. With a single strike it was over. 

Soon after the final knight was struck down, the inquisitor regained his bearings. He tried spouting religious nonsense but a flood of blood and teeth fragments stopped him. Giving a dark chuckle, Typhus said "Come Inquisitor, how can you make me face [i]justice[/i] if you can't fight. I'll even make it easier for you." Dropping his shield, Typhus grasped his sword with one hand and said "Now fight little man. Lets see your god protect you now." as he finished his sentence, Typhus brought his sword down over the inquisitor's head. With a block the inquisitor began to go on the offensive. Swing, slash, stab, swing, slash, stab. The pattern went on and on, it was getting boring. With an effortless block, Typhus shoved the blade out of his way before giving the inquisitor another punch albeit weaker than the first. This little dance continued for about five minutes before the inquisitor broke under his own weight.

With a disappointed sigh, Typhus said "I was hoping more from you, you know. I was hoping that you would bake up your claims and make me face the wrath of your god. However I let my hopes go to high. Tell you god that Typhus sent you their when you see him." With that, Typhus plunged his sword into the inquisitor's chest and watched as the life drained from his eyes.