*looks up at the sky as a hawk soars high over head. As he approaches the crowd of people he whips out his tommy gun mowing every one down with there primitive swords. "Bwahahahaahaha" he laughs evily. "What kind of idiot would bring a knife to a gun fight."*
(joking now for the serious part)
*walking along the edge of a clearing Madmartigan hears a commotion off to his left. Stepping quietly into the shadows. He watches a group of people fighting. Curious to see the outcome he sits down against a tree and proceeds to eat an apple out of his pouch. The whole time watching and listening intently.