Western Corner: Industrial Zone

The headbutt had caught the Frostarian off guard and threw his head back, causing him to shove against the bull's block. Recovering with haste, Jaek took towards the Minotaur once more with murder in his eyes. A trickle of blood would begin to make its way down his face from the wound inflicted by the headbutt, angering the prideful Northerner even further.

As soon as the distance between the adversaries had been closed yet again Jaek brought the black-as-night blade down to sink into Boff's shoulder. Were he to parry, the mercenary would spin around and send the length of his blade headed for Boff's midriff. The obsidian of Northern volcanoes was quite durable and, if refined properly, equally as sharp. Long ago the human ancestors of the Frostarians had learned to use obsidian for spear points and arrow tips before the knowledge of how to work metal came about.

Were the blade to hit it would cleanly cleave a beast such as Boff in two. All that stood in the way was whatever minor armor he might be wearing and his own flesh. The spine would cut through like a twig if the Minotaur didn't manage to block. Anticipating his enemy's combative prowess, however, Jaek planned to take a step back from the expected block and send the tip of Mortem in for a jab to the abdomen. Perhaps he'd be able to skewer the Minotaur like the beef he was.

As Tehran charged him, the psychic was prepared. However, doubtless to the surprise of the charging bull, he did not evade his opponent. Instead, he caught him and stopped him dead in his tracks. The Kiffar had the bull's horns in his grip, and was actively pressuring his head downward, held for just a moment to speak "Warned you." before delivering a vicious knee to his opponent's jaw, which would no doubt send him stumbling backwards. A moment later, Torm spins around for a vicious kick to send his opponent sprawling.

Either he would beat this bull at his own game and demoralize him, or he'd break him by hand if necessary. Lethal force was always the last answer.

Ottaga let out a hearty laugh at the look on Jaek's face after the headbutt. If the being wasn't so murderous then they could've been best friends. Truly. Giving a puff, the ring on his nose jiggling, he throws his head to parry the Frostarian's dark blade with his horns. The parry made him grunt for the blade nearly took off a portion of his horns. But he had to stay on his hooves. Again the weapon came swinging around and the bull had to knock it away with his axe, quickly stepping backwards as the next attack was a jab. "Hurt are you? Kill me then Frostarian! And when you're done tell me how it all works out? Tell me how it mends you!" He bellows, voice deep as he threw his axe against the dark blade, parried where he could with his horns and strategically glanced off shots with his bracers. "Tell Big Ottaga how it made it all better.." He coo'd, charging the Frostarian once more.

Tehran grunt and snort as his charge was ended by a grab at his horns and simply pushed the Kiffar back a few feet. He pushed and turned left and right as the male locked him down, much to his dislike. Then, with very little warning he had a face full of knee of which he jerked back from. While shaking his head and flexing his jaw he reacted too late to feel a foot connect with his chest and send him stumbling back. He nearly fell but bounced himself back into his balance. There was a good distance between them now but Tehran would wait to see what move his foe would make.
The ring of thugs shifted and flinched as Tehran was tossed about.

Jaek let out an infuriated snarl and met the Minotaur in his charge. Like the Frostarian, Boff could wield his rather large weapon with ease and quickness, making it more of a hassle to deal with than what would normally be the case. He'd be able to block more, as what had been the case so far. The horns didn't help. All Jaek had brought with him was Mortem...

The ring of weapons colliding sounded, a cloud of sparks erupted, and Jaek decided to make a move.

Putting every ounce of strength he could spare into pushing back on the bull's axe, wary of the blade, he took a quick step closer to the Minotaur, ducking his head underneath the reach of his horns, and opened his maw.

Many forgot that Frostarians were a very combative species, willing to use whatever they could to reach victory. The advantage of having fang-like canines was definitely not lost on Jaek. He intended to plunge those very teeth into the neck and collar of the bipedal bovine.

Torm calmly reaches his hand out, and his weapon jumps from its location on the floor into his grasp. For a moment, it ignites, before he simply shuts it down and affixes it to his belt. All the while, gazing around at the people surrounding them. With his weapon retrieved, now he had options. His first move, deal with the gaggle of idiots who decided to stand around a telepath who has achieved any manifestation of telekinetic ability, and expect to be fine.

The Kiffar starts walking toward the minotaur, calmly taking steps, hands in fists. His gait was surprisingly intimidating for someone with such a deceptively thin frame. He wasn't charging this creature, that would be stupid on a multitude of levels for someone of his stature and natural physical strength. No, he was just going to walk up and punch Tehran through a wall, or a ceiling, it didn't matter at this point.