Insane Armsmen

Insane Armsmen is an encounter in the Madness & Magma mission hub. It comes after Havoc in Hulcrak 6, Mad Minions 3 if you have Boots of Magma Walking, or Deranged Disciples 4 if you don't have Boots of Magma Walking.
==Enemies==
*Insane Human Warrior (1300 Gold, 160 XP, 100 Energy, 9 HP Normal)
*Insane Dwarf Warrior (1365 Gold, 168 XP, 105 Energy, 9 HP Normal)
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
"Hammers!" the dwarf says.
"Swords!" the human retorts.
"Hammers!"
"Swords!"
This exchange continues for several moments without becoming any more varied.
Both interlocutors are wearing grey and purple robes, as are the others who stand around them observing the debate -- if it can be so called. The garments are sufficiently dubious and identical to scream 'cult' to the world at large even if you didn't already have information to that effect.
Each disputant is holding an example of the weapon in question. The human brandishes a bastard sword, and the dwarf a warhammer with a large, oblong head.
You shrug, and look to your companions. These cultists don't seem to be paying you any heed, so perhaps you can simply walk around them. After making your intentions understood, you begin to put the plan in motion -- giving the argumentative warriors a wide berth.
You're almost past them when the debate revitalizes itself with the addition of fresh verbiage.
"Swords are better for killing," the human elaborates. He emphasizes the last two words, as though one might have misunderstood his earlier mono-verbal statements, and assumed he was declaring the weapon's merits for some other activity. As a culinary aid, perhaps?
"No, hammers are the best! I wouldn't have murdered my father with anything less!"
"If you really loved him, you would have used a sword!"
"I'll kill you!"
"I'll kill you better!"
"Wait! Wait!" Another human leaps between the irate warriors. "Why not kill those strangers instead, and see which of you does it better?"
"It was worth a try," you mutter.
===Conclusion===
"He's mine!" the dwarf yells.
"He's mine!" the human insists.
The former charges at you from your left, the latter from your right.
"Hammers!" the dwarf cries.
"Swords!" the human shouts.
They both swing at the same moment, each of the aforementioned weapons thirsting for your blood. You leap back.
"Hammers..." the dwarf gasps. Blood gushes from the wound in his chest.
"Swords..." the human murmurs. A similar quantity of crimson fountains from his damaged skull.
The two of them fall, each cradling his beloved weapon.
Category:Madness & Magma