Smoke let's out a long groan as he cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, the bar counter he was resting on caused his muscles to tighten. He yawns and blinks lazily as he looks around the camp, his axe leaning against the counter as well.

His ears flick and he adjusts his bull ring, standing as his attention is turned to the young minotaur who woke him up with loud bellows and talks of "challenging."

He looms over the much smaller bull, his muscles rippling as he huffs. "Forewarning, you won't win. Walk away."