[b][u][color=1E90FF][center]Skrauti "Jeager" Niadh[/center][/color][/u][/b]

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[b][u][color=1E90FF][center]Location: Pathway leading to Thorbrand's encampment. [/center][/color][/u][/b]

	The hunter's pace never wavered below his initial baseline as he footed down the path steadily and progressively. The sun was already below it's peak of the day, passing past mid day and into dusk. Constant tracking of the path from afar allowed him to stay aware of his initial surroundings as they came to him. Quiet wisps and whispers followed his footsteps; constantly alarming Skrauti as he strutted.
	"[color=1E90FF]They wouldn't attack me at night...even if I was alone. It's strange though...nobody has crossed me along this path...only beyond me. Perhaps I am following bandits. But I don't think so. No Corpses or signs of fighting.[/color]"
	Skrauti munched on some jerky as he continued his path, sustaining his energy encase further travel is required. If they decided to make camp along the road, he would encounter them eventually. So he didn't stop. The sun continued to fall, darkening the trees and testing the eyesight. A shrewd image of the sky was visible through the mesh of trees and coating of clouds. 
	"[color=1E90FF]No stars or moon tonight. The beasts are well hid. They have the environment on their side. Damned Dire! They all deserve to have their flesh flayed.[/color]"
	"[color=1E90FF]!"
	"Stop! Men. Torches. Patrols. Twenty meters. Encampments of soldiers? No wagon...at least not in my sights. Wisps and whispers...
Whispers...whispers...![/color]"
	Skrauti turned around to check the whispers his ears had been telling him all day. Although his senses told him something, he certainly didn't expect this. Beyond the bark and darkness that surrounded his eyes, he saw something he had not seen in twenty six years; the eyes of a hobgoblin. Skrauti stood twenty meters away from the red eyes. They seemed to glow as they pierced into his cornea. 
	For one second...time stood still. 
	"[color=1E90FF]F*CK! DIE YOU GODDAMN CRETIN! NO! I WILL NOT FALL TO THE LIKES OF YOU!!![/color]"
	One quick dash through the brush pushed Skrauti through to the camps he just observed. Barrels fell all around, spewing pitch and oil with each rupture. Screams. Flames. Fire spreading...old memories recycling in his mind.
	A twisted grimace fell upon Skrauti's face as he hurled is javelin violently into a gathering of foes, killing one. A drawing of his sword followed immediately after his throw; fighting the ones alive to recover his weapon. One slash across the eyes and a chop across another's chest allowed access to his weapon; securing two kills in the process. A combination of finesse and savagery pulsed through Skrauti whilst he fought back the hobgoblins. Injuring, killing and executing flowed so naturally within his being. Stabs and throws created constant movement throughout his fight, revolving his style around his trident and sword. The flames danced all among the new found battleground. Bloodcurdling screams erupted from the men who died and shrieks of agony from the hobgoblins that were slain. Skrauti did his best to gather the ones who were alive and command them while fighting the enemy force; knowing they wouldn't trust him. A combat trance fell over the hunter as he entered the fray... 
	
	"[color=1E90FF]NO REMORSE FOR THOSE THAT DO NOT FEEL! FALL TO ME YOU BASTARDIZED DEMONS![/color]"