The Celtic rain-forest, a dangerous ground known for hunters of all kinds. Men, women, animals alike. It was a place where people dreaded to fight in and wanted to fight in all the same, or just survive with ample opportunity to, if you had the skills to adapt. A odd party of people made it's way into the forest, nearly two hours of trekking through the meadows and underbrush the six warriors made their way steadily within, with one goal, to ultimate the unknown opposition.
Two women, a woman in light leather with a longbow in her left hand, moving with practiced ease through the forest ahead, alongside another woman who made it look even easier, never making a single mistake in footing, and not a single sound, not one footprint was seen on this one, and she wore all black with the strangest of weapons to note. Behind, were the actual warriors of the party, a heavily armored man with full half plate covering all kinds of obvious points to attack at, visor up on his helmet to allow open vision as he gazed about the surroundings, his steps were the loudest, breaking branches, creating large footsteps due to his weight and causing a slight ruckus as he pushed forward, that was why he was put at the back of the group and not the front. Finally, a viking, well known for their trade in fighting in forests and mountains alike, pushed forward behind the two women, wearing chainmail and holding a large battleax in his hands, not something you can simply put on the back after all. At his belt was a straight sword and four throwing axes, and finally at his back was a round shield, even with his armor his footsteps weren't as bad as the knight at the back and two equally armored men in the middle, the Spartans. Shields upon their left arms, always out and at the ready, footsteps marking the preparation of battle at every turn, they knew what they were doing, having survived forests and all kinds of environments at a young age, they were prepared for all kinds of things, animals to surprise attacks, as for the leader of the band, most notably the one with a transverse red crest on his helmet of the two Spartans, eyed everything carefully, he made his trade as a well known tactician in the Spartan nation, being replaced and now just a simple soldier, he was handpicked with this odd band of warriors of different nations, and different time periods all the same, for this strange goal to kill the opponents in a odd game of time, something none of them would understand.
Damaris called out though to the band after the two hour march nearly hit it's stop, "Hold." He stated, simply, everyone came to a stop in different accords, his fellow spartan and the knight behind stopping immediately, used to how orders worked. "We'll set camp nearby, we don't know where the enemy is, so stay alert. We'll keep watch an change shifts so everyone can get well needed rest before the next day." He stated simply, they moved to the side, in a well covered underbrush, keeping them completely secure from the East to the South, leaving North and West open to heavy grass and a path for open plains nearby.
Damaris motioned for Margaret, the archer of the group to proceed forward and take the first direct watch alongside Sasuki, the groups Ninja. Both had the best eyes of the group by far, and the first few hours of sleep were the worst in preparation for most assaults. If it came down to a direct fight, they wanted the heavy hitter fighters to be prepared more so than the lighter, scout and archer types of their group. Both took up positions in good hiding angles, with Margaret on the higher ground in-between two trees on a small hill nearby them, with a large bundle of grass covering her back so all she had to do was look forward for approaches. Sasuki meanwhile, stayed low, letting the shadows envelope her form as she hid, not complaining in the slightest, she rarely even spoke unless it was needed. She remained silent, a little further ahead of Margaret, practically apart of the brush and trees she was nearby as darkness crept more and more. Meanwhile, the men took up their shift of rest, using what camping supplies they had to get some rest for the night, until their shift was at turn to occur.
Two women, a woman in light leather with a longbow in her left hand, moving with practiced ease through the forest ahead, alongside another woman who made it look even easier, never making a single mistake in footing, and not a single sound, not one footprint was seen on this one, and she wore all black with the strangest of weapons to note. Behind, were the actual warriors of the party, a heavily armored man with full half plate covering all kinds of obvious points to attack at, visor up on his helmet to allow open vision as he gazed about the surroundings, his steps were the loudest, breaking branches, creating large footsteps due to his weight and causing a slight ruckus as he pushed forward, that was why he was put at the back of the group and not the front. Finally, a viking, well known for their trade in fighting in forests and mountains alike, pushed forward behind the two women, wearing chainmail and holding a large battleax in his hands, not something you can simply put on the back after all. At his belt was a straight sword and four throwing axes, and finally at his back was a round shield, even with his armor his footsteps weren't as bad as the knight at the back and two equally armored men in the middle, the Spartans. Shields upon their left arms, always out and at the ready, footsteps marking the preparation of battle at every turn, they knew what they were doing, having survived forests and all kinds of environments at a young age, they were prepared for all kinds of things, animals to surprise attacks, as for the leader of the band, most notably the one with a transverse red crest on his helmet of the two Spartans, eyed everything carefully, he made his trade as a well known tactician in the Spartan nation, being replaced and now just a simple soldier, he was handpicked with this odd band of warriors of different nations, and different time periods all the same, for this strange goal to kill the opponents in a odd game of time, something none of them would understand.
Damaris called out though to the band after the two hour march nearly hit it's stop, "Hold." He stated, simply, everyone came to a stop in different accords, his fellow spartan and the knight behind stopping immediately, used to how orders worked. "We'll set camp nearby, we don't know where the enemy is, so stay alert. We'll keep watch an change shifts so everyone can get well needed rest before the next day." He stated simply, they moved to the side, in a well covered underbrush, keeping them completely secure from the East to the South, leaving North and West open to heavy grass and a path for open plains nearby.
Damaris motioned for Margaret, the archer of the group to proceed forward and take the first direct watch alongside Sasuki, the groups Ninja. Both had the best eyes of the group by far, and the first few hours of sleep were the worst in preparation for most assaults. If it came down to a direct fight, they wanted the heavy hitter fighters to be prepared more so than the lighter, scout and archer types of their group. Both took up positions in good hiding angles, with Margaret on the higher ground in-between two trees on a small hill nearby them, with a large bundle of grass covering her back so all she had to do was look forward for approaches. Sasuki meanwhile, stayed low, letting the shadows envelope her form as she hid, not complaining in the slightest, she rarely even spoke unless it was needed. She remained silent, a little further ahead of Margaret, practically apart of the brush and trees she was nearby as darkness crept more and more. Meanwhile, the men took up their shift of rest, using what camping supplies they had to get some rest for the night, until their shift was at turn to occur.