Seán and the two heavies were having a stare down. It was as if they were all waiting for someone to make a move. The two heavies looked at each other and nodded. Just before they could do anything though, a marine, he believed it to be Iver, took one of the two giants standing in front of him. He would have to thank him later. On top of one less to worry about, a bolt of lightening hit the heavy in front of him. He looked over to the mage he believed fired the lightening bolt, Cynric as he recalled, and nodded as a thanks, though knowing Seán, he would do something more than just a simple thank you. A drink or two was on him for Iver and Cynric. Seán looked back to the heavy who seemed to be off balance. A wide smile came over Seán face, he was now just realizing that his helm was across the docks where he had to side step and trip the same heavy he was against now.

Seán took advantage of the stumbling heavy and slammed his shoulder into his waist while wrapping his arms around the back of his knees. He pulled his legs from under him and made sure his shoulder stuck to the heavy's waist as he slammed into the wooden floor below them. The slam hurt the heavy but it wasn't enough to put him in a complete daze. Seán's fists pounded into the mans face. He was a tad tougher than Seán had expected. He felt something set up beneath his stomach, Seán stopped punching and looked at the man wide eyed. The heavy countered him by kicking his feet up and sending Seán in the air. As soon as Seán landed the heavy was on him slamming his head against his. Seán didn't have a choice anymore, he had to defend himself. 

As soon as the heavy took a break Seán took the man by the throat and threw a right hook, landing on his mark, the cheek bone. A deafening crack was heard and the heavy fell on his back holding his face screaming in pain. Seán didn't know the damage that he had done to the heavy. He stood up over him and looked down at the heavy. Blood quickly escaped his forehead and nose in a few places from where the heavy had head butted him multiple times. Seán cracked his neck and knuckles and went over to pick up his helm, which he wiped clean of any of the dirt that was on it. He was in pain for sure, but he didn't show it. He had a way of trying his hardest to block out pain, it would have been different if he was cut open or if he had a few broken bones, but to him, it was just a little bit of blood. It was expected in a fight like this.