Mana burnout
The man was massive. He had to stand at least six and a half feet tall, with his impressive amour not doing him any favors in terms of decreasing his massive size.
The details of the man's protective gear perfectly fit his bear-like stature. He wore full-plated armor, a piece of equipment not even middling nobles could hope to ever afford.
This armor alone was proof of not only the man's status, as no blacksmith would do the crime of selling a plate armor to a commoner but also his skill, as he would have to earn some insane amount of money to buy it or simply fell an opponent who bought it.
And those who were willing to fork out several tens of villages worth of money for a suit rarely paraded in it without the ability to back their protection with offensive. For Nay, a single look was enough to figure out that this man was someone she had to be desperate not to piss off!