just like a one winged duck

He'd seen enough to be satisfied with her skill. Pestilence was good; quite good, in fact, and more than capable enough to skip over a 'common' rank and go straight to raidsman. "Alright, that's enough," he said as he stepped back out of both the fight and the mindset that came with it. Tyrian relaxed immediately into his usual blase stance. "You're quite good." He was very pleased to be adding Pestilence to the fighting ranks. As of late it seemed like Fireside had been getting more than enough healer types and he was ready for a change of pace. Perhaps he'd take a jaunt around the battlefield and see if he could stir up any fighters. His expression serious and thoughtful, he mused, "I don't think you're quite raider material, however." Tyrian's eyes rolled heavenward and his mouth scrunched up as though in thought. In truth he'd already made up his mind. He shot a sly glance at Pestilence. "No, I think you're a bit much for that. Raidsman, though? I think that's fitting."