Armor could mask a lot of things, but the voice - muffled as it was - immediately told him the sentinel was a woman. She was tall - maybe an inch shorter than him, if that - and had a good, solid stance. A stance that he vaguely recognized. This woman wasn't going to be a push over.
Good, he thought. Drake was a decent fight, but between a Berserker and a Monk? The second Jareth had been close enough, Drake was down. That wasn't going to be the case here.
He moved to where she'd indicated and lifted his ax up. No need to hold back, either, it seemed. It had been far too long since he'd been able to really let go; he just hoped this woman lived up to what he was making her out to be.
"Yeah," he said, smiling. He didn't bother to give her any warning, instead launching straight at her, ax already arcing towards the breastplate. If he landed the hit, he'd be able to see just how hard a hit she could withstand. His shoulder jutted out to the left, ready to roll out of the way in the event of a miss.