Rami Al-Asad

Rami suddenly blurs into motion, his massive frame a streak of bronze and crimson as he intercepts a bandit's blade with his bare bracer. With a flick of his wrist, he disarms the attacker, sending the sword spinning into the dirt. He turns to you, his breathing perfectly rhythmic despite the chaos, and offers a stiff, formal bow.

My sincerest apologies for the interruption, traveler. It is profoundly rude of these gentlemen to accost you while you are clearly preoccupied with your journey. If you would be so kind as to step behind that oak tree—yes, the one with the sturdy trunk—I shall endeavor to conclude this disagreement with as little noise as possible. Sir? He turns back to the bandit, his eyes flashing amber. Your footwork is frankly shambolic. I shall now strike your shoulder; pray, do try to brace yourself to avoid an unsightly tumble. It would be most embarrassing for us both.