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[color=ed145b][b]SKARSNEEK OF THE RED HILLS[/b][/color]

[color=ed145b][i]This is why I hate Varjan sorcerers.[/i][/color] He cursed inwardly between each blow, normal sorcerers would’ve been goners at close range but Varjans just had to train theirs in close combat decently.

With no other choice and chances, Skarsneek rolled with the punches instead. Na’kratz hits landed and would’ve noticed something changed if he had his mind, since it felt lighter and less impact than before.

Yet in his maddened state, it just bolstered him to go on the offense.

Skarsneek for his part, had to tighten his belt as he rolled his neck, body and shoulders to absorb, disperse then slide the attack away all at once. He was still taking damage but it allowed a breathing room for him and others to take advantage of the opening.

Then at the corners of his eyes, he had to blink severals times before realizing it was darkened shadowy hands reaching out instead of his vision getting swollen.

Sharply and instead of rolling with the punch, he snapped his head forwards instead towards Na’kratz’s fist. 

A loud thump and crack echoed across the room, as the fist met the forehead. 

Skarsneek saw stars in his head and legs buckled backward but it was done as he grinned proudly.

Na’Kratz’s wrist was bent, even with the armor, Skarsneek's head had forced his fist at a bad angle and such force, it had added into the damage of the wrist.

The goblin's vision, however, darkened as blood poured from the wounds of his head. Despite being a monster, taking a mailed fist straight on hadn’t been kind to him either.

Yet it was done, the brief stop had allowed time for the Io spell to grasp him in place. Hopefully.

Skarsneek can only hope Shizuka followed up, cause he certainly won’t be able to.

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[color=f7941d][b]GRINGOR OF THE IRONHIDE TRIBE[/b][/color]

[color=f7941d]“Yes, Gringor is with taskforce.”[/color] He deadpanned but hearing the stranger said he’s with the Varjan but still having privilege to bash them in was odd. Still, it was annoying since he had been promised.

But honoring promises is also important, so Gringor hummed a bit before reaching to an idea. A particularly cunning idea.

[color=f7941d]“If you can’t fight, then tell me, any fighters on the Varjan side that are strong? Or important?”[/color] He asked, better to squeeze some information. Ones that they aren’t aware of at least. [color=f7941d]"Anything they can do? How many bois they lead? Where are they?"[/color]

Honestly, Gringor figured if he can bash in the head of the Warboss, it’ll help a lot. More fun too.

Eitherways, Gringor continued to make his way to the docks afterwards, he wanted to get into the fight as soon as possible.