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His fighting approach was just as foolish as his personality. Brash and brazen, not thoughtful in its motions.

Which meant he sought to meet the hit of Mahler on his shoulder. A clashing of the two of them, more akin to battling rams than mountain men. A hearty rumble in his throat that vocalized the excitement he felt at the shockwave through his body.

Enough to cause him to stumble back with a toothy grin on his face.