Shark-bloods (d20)
i>Monstrous waves break against the rocks below¸ the rhythmic roaring of the ocean providing a backdrop to the confrontation. A lone figure stood with his back to the sea with five attackers closing on him with murderous intent. "Yer not fit for this world¸ fish!" jeered one of them. A rough gust of wind blew back the hood of the figure¸ revealing jet black eyes set into a shark-like face. A tooth-filled smile split his face ominously and he drew a wicked looking sword. The unruly gang hesitated. They had expected another young half-breed¸ inexperienced and easy prey. This one slid easily into a fighting stance. "Come at me¸ then¸ lads. Let me show you what a true Shark-blood is capable of."