Imagine the situation. There you are in all your evil glory, trying to thwart the legendary do-gooders from disrupting your masters plans of moustache twiddling dastardly-ness. Or, perhaps, you and your less-than-merry band of nerdowells thought that the magic item wearing adventurers were a target you just couldn’t pass up. Whatever the situation, you now find yourself on the opposing side of a disagreement with people who can handle themselves.
One of those individuals is a huge specimen. The sort of person who looks like they could bench press you and your relatives during family dinner. Table and all. The sort of behemoth who wears the head of a very apologetic looking bear as a head piece. And, what’s worse, they have the temper to match it.
From across the field of battle, you see them beat one of your colleagues into submission using their own limbs before turning to you and proclaiming: “you’re next”. You find yourself suddenly gripped by pure, unadulterated… indifference.
I mean, yeah, the situation does warrant a certain level of fear. But, considering you’re already in combat, that is really to be expected. For things to become even more frightening, these people really need to sell themselves as such. As much as “ol’ Ragey McBigbeef” can probably get the job done, unless they manage to convince you that they WILL, then his threats are just a bit bland.
That little gnome fucker next to him staring daggers at you, though, that’s a different matter entirely. After all, big doesn’t mean scary.
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