The Irish leader wildly swung his hammer in a wild, devastating arc aimed straight for James's smug face. James didn't move. He didn't even bother activating his ability or the Circle of Pillars.
Instead, he simply sidestepped with a mischievous smirk on his lips. The hammer crashed into the stone wall behind him, shattering rock that hurled towards the five unconscious members.
"You missed, you blind bastard," James sneered, arrogantly. "What, can't hit a stationary target? Must be all that Guinness rotting your brain, you alcoholic ape."
The leader pulled his hammer free, but before he could retort, James lunged. Not with finesse, but with raw, overwhelming brutality. He grabbed the nearest Irish Adventurer, the wind woman, still clutching her dislocated shoulder, by the throat.
Her eyes widened in terror as James lifted her one-handed, her feet dangling off the ground. She gasped, trying to summon a gust, but James squeezed, crushing her windpipe with a guttural crack.
