[@Doc Doctor]

"Always ready."

The King readied himself as the barbarian charged at him. Strange how smooth he seemed to run, but barbarians were barbarians; ruffians through and through. Guzman expected no less.

With feet spread shoulder width apart, he advanced slow and steady, one foot after the other. He held his shield in front of him, right in his middle, sword low and loose, ready for a confrontation.

The charging mass of muscle was fast, he gave him that. But did he have a head full of smarts to compliment that?

He'd have to see.