The Mercenary looks around to see if anyone else was going to volunteer...but before he could pinpoint a competitor he watches Black Thornn separate his blade into two.
"Hmmm...one against two...I don't like these odds at all"
The Sword 4 Hire leans back on his left foot, arching his back slightly away from his blade...staring it down, focusing his energy into its edge. The once unpenetrible steel turns into a fog of black and crimson mist, and begins to change form. The mist slowly began to outstretch itself into a long and slender form. Finally the mist regained its composition and emerged was a long pike with the Cross Swords shape at its peak. Armed with a 7 foot spear the Mercenay lowers his stance and awaits...
"Ready when you are..."
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and for now the tired soldier sheathes his sword...
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