Jerod snarled at the warriors he had yet to cut down, the word of the champion Lad the only thing that snapped him out of his charging rage. His armor was smoking from the blast of lightning he had taken, breathing heavily until the healer had done her work again. Leave it to her to keep him up and running through the fight. Probably would have some choice words for him later, too, but he grinned out of the snarl, facing off still against the right flank, if the Champion went and did something stupid, he had no obligation to not promptly mount a rescue operation. After all, this Light lass would likely be tired out after a duel, nothing says he couldn't just cut her down then and there. No such thing as a fair fight, after all. The healer lass that had been healing them proposed a champion for the champion, and he barked out his own response. [color=teal]"Ah die on m' own terms, Lad, an' if ye' 're damn set on t'is damn fool course o' action, ah'll knock 'er down t' size. Ah owe 'er fer 'er shockin' rude bushwackin' attempt..."[/color]