A silver leathered human man moved away from the main attacking groups, as he saw... what appeared to be a blanket dragging the pixie he'd put an arrow in. His bow was strapped to his back now, as he carried a heavy wooden club. His men were dealing with the Sergeant troll, but he was confident they would win. He watched as the... thing dragged her into the tree line, and reappeared at the edge. Something opened and showed some fangs. He didn't know what this creature was, but it clearly needed to die. And, it seemed to be welcoming it, challenging him like that.

He whistled a light tune, one his favorite barmaid back home would sing. He'd have more than enough coin to buy a night with her after this job. His club swung easily in his hand, as he closed the gap between him and the blanket creature. Once he was ten feet before it he stopped, [color=6ecff6][b]"I know you can speak, I heard you. Tell me before you die, what is it you are?"[/b][/color] He was smug in his silver leathers, a white five petaled flower tattoo on his forearm, though four of the petals appeared to be dead and withered. 

After he waited what he felt was enough time for the critter to respond, he shrugged, not really caring for the answer anyways. It would just be for his story later. Then the man charged at the creature club raised, ready to swing it down and crush it.