Fast and loud. Fast and loud. "M-di h'chak, m-di h'dlak!" is the howl as he dives in with the rest of the people in the party. Spoon isn't as old as the elves and rangers, he's not as versed in the ways of the orcs, but he is by God neither unexperienced nor weak.

He dances through battle, he always does, even when poisoned weapons find chinks in the elven armor and draw blood. It won't slow him down enough to matter. The crazy little Man is willing to take blows to keep others from feeling them.