The events of the 6th of Moonstone, 1065
Rolland stepped away from the archery targets, giving Sparrow a rare pat on the shoulder as the ex-hunter pounded bolt after bolt into the bullseye. Stepping in front of the gathered warriors, he looked them over with his blue bombardiers eyes, giving them a critical appraisal before gesturing to Zako.
"I'm glad to see your leg has healed, sai,"
"Yeah, well," Zako began. He reached a hand down, rapping his knuckles against one of the steel bars holding his brace together, "It's as healed as it will ever get, Dojango says. S'long as I wear this brace, I won't suffer any leg troubles."
"Know your limitations," Adol recommended, "Why don't you start out with me, we can work on your shield play."
"Why don't you start out with me?," A voice rumbled from the doorway.
The Dwarves turned to gawk at the masked Sgt. Pepper as he stalked towards them in his long, awkward stride. His eyes flashed with ill humor behind the holes, and he pointed out Zako with a short finger. "You look right as rain. Come now, let's dance again! You left me with such an ache after the last"
Rolland's face darkened, and he almost began to speak, but Maggarg shouldered between Zako and Adol, sneering contemptuously. "I'd back off if'n I was you," he said low. ""E may be a milkboned puss, but Zako's apart a' this squad. Ya' want a dance? Let's go, ya' gorilla. Adol, teach that boltslinger the difference between winning and getting his other leg broke, will ya'?"
Rolland stepped to the side, folding his arms across his chest. Adol and Zako took a few steps backwards, then a few more, moving well out of the large corpses reach. Maggarg drew his sword and took up his stance - a bad mixture of backroom brawling and prison defense, his shoulders squared. Sgt. Pepper pulled his axe from the loop at his hip, chuckling low as he took a lazy swing at the swordsdwarf.
Maggarg dodged it easily, drawing blackish goo from a knick to his opponents thigh. A second swipe was dodged, more black goo drawn from a cut to his stomach. Growling with impatience, Sgt. Pepper brought the axe around in a hard chop. Maggarg sidestepped, and brought the flat of his blade down on the giants knuckles. There was a loud series of hard cracks.
Sgt. Pepper roared, his axe falling to the ground. Maggarg sheathed his sword and barked out a laugh, waving his hand dismissively. "Get outta' here, 'fore I break yer' other hands too. Rolland! I'm gone ta' get a drink!" He shoved past Sgt. Pepper on his way to the door. Adol cringed as Sgt. Pepper grabbed his fingers, and with a harsh bellow, popped them back into place. He flexed them, bringing forth another round of pops, and snatched up his axe quickly, stalking from the room in silence.