The first thing that struck Talon was the smell of sea salt. It was buried sure, but he could still pick up the faint whiff of it no doubt imprinted into the entire room which was quick to tell him he was dealing with someone from Bilgewater – an idea that put a frown on his face. An island of pirates and outlaws would hardly be the ones to put up a fair fight – something a little concerning with his size, but perhaps learning and fighting against a few dirty tricks was just the training he needed.
Still, there was quite a few Bilgewater champions in the Institute – if he could narrow it down further, he’d be able to tell whether this was worth it or not—
The sight of a sea monster mounted to the wall with far too many teeth told Talon who he was dealing with if the subsequent harpoons below it didn’t. Pyke was one of the newer additions to the Institute and serving as a support, Talon couldn’t recall that many interactions with him but from what little he had combined with a keen ear spying on the gossip of his fellow champions was enough to tell him Pyke was rather… unhinged.
Did he really want to interact with someone like that at such a size? A part of Talon wanted to turn back, but he remembered the few matches he had with the revenant and his sheer skill with that harpoon – no doubt a fight with Pyke would leave plenty of lessons for him to learn and train on. It was that thought that had his reluctant body pushing forward as he glanced around…
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