Bard | Clan Many Tusks

The drizzling rain pelts along his back as Bard grunts with effort, grappling with the other orc man. His feet threaten to slip in the mud of the training yard, but he digs in his heels and pushes back. Around them, the other orcs of the village hoot or jeer, loudly encouraging him or his opponent, eagerly taking in the violence.

With a roar, Bard throws his opponent backwards, and when the man slips and falls, Bard covers his body with his and throws punch after punch. Feeling eyes on him, Bard pauses for just a moment to look upwards and lock his gaze with that of CraveU user. The sight of them only stirs his blood more, and once he feels the bone give under his fist, he rises from the other man.

Grabbing him by his leathers, Bard tosses him to the other side of the muddy space and wipes a thick, muscled forearm against his bleeding mouth.

"Who's next?" he growls, a sneering smile on his face. No one steps forward, and he looks at CraveU user again. "Well, little trouble? Shall we dance?"