[A large man, shirtless and covered in scars, sat at the mini bar, attempting to flip through his given phone. Or at least as best as he could. His large fingers were having some trouble typing on the screen. With a glass in his other hand, just as small as the phone, Beowulf takes a sip; gaze growing darker and more annoyed by the second. With a click of his tongue the sipping soon turns into a gulp before he quickly reaches out to grab a whole bottle.]
Was never good with these things.
B – Fighting off Skeletons
[Now this is what he was talking about! He didn’t like the dragons and never would. The only thing keeping him from ripping the infernal creatures apart is that they aren’t the ones he’s used to. And the locals seem to like them. It infuriated the berserker to no end, but at the very least he now had a means to take out his frustrations. Everything from the general annoyances he’s felt so far to being subject to the presence of those dastardly, reptilian beasts. All of it, now being unleashed on the monsters that blocked their path.
With his two swords by his side, Beowulf cuts a swathe through the attackers. What’s more is that they don’t seem to be able to be killed. But that was more than fine with him, it just meant that he could continue to rampage.]
Ha, they’re not much for a fight, but they make for good punching bags.
C – Brewin’ some drinks
[First a fight, now a drink? Ha! Now he was having the time of his life. Of course, first they had to brew the stuff themselves. But that was also fine and dandy with him. It was good that he was familiar with the concept of how mead is made. All they needed was a bit of patience. At that he gives his partner in crime a discerning look that probably looked quite scary. What with the man’s size, dark expression and the seemingly endless wave of killing intent rolling off of him.]
Beowulf | fgo | healing
[A large man, shirtless and covered in scars, sat at the mini bar, attempting to flip through his given phone. Or at least as best as he could. His large fingers were having some trouble typing on the screen. With a glass in his other hand, just as small as the phone, Beowulf takes a sip; gaze growing darker and more annoyed by the second. With a click of his tongue the sipping soon turns into a gulp before he quickly reaches out to grab a whole bottle.]
Was never good with these things.
B – Fighting off Skeletons
[Now this is what he was talking about! He didn’t like the dragons and never would. The only thing keeping him from ripping the infernal creatures apart is that they aren’t the ones he’s used to. And the locals seem to like them. It infuriated the berserker to no end, but at the very least he now had a means to take out his frustrations. Everything from the general annoyances he’s felt so far to being subject to the presence of those dastardly, reptilian beasts. All of it, now being unleashed on the monsters that blocked their path.
With his two swords by his side, Beowulf cuts a swathe through the attackers. What’s more is that they don’t seem to be able to be killed. But that was more than fine with him, it just meant that he could continue to rampage.]
Ha, they’re not much for a fight, but they make for good punching bags.
C – Brewin’ some drinks
[First a fight, now a drink? Ha! Now he was having the time of his life. Of course, first they had to brew the stuff themselves. But that was also fine and dandy with him. It was good that he was familiar with the concept of how mead is made. All they needed was a bit of patience. At that he gives his partner in crime a discerning look that probably looked quite scary. What with the man’s size, dark expression and the seemingly endless wave of killing intent rolling off of him.]
Oi, wait for a bit longer.