"Enough!" Fuso shouted. Nearby tents rustled as his booming voice awoke several neighbors. Fuso looked around carefully, and shook his head with a hearty sigh. Emilia swallowed hard and pulled at Lystra's shoulder lightly. "I will... Go to the lakeside. But only to appease your silly pride, girls. Kalo and Kalen will likely meet us halfway back-"

	[color=007236]"There is no need for that,"[/color] The robed man's familiar voice crept up on Lystra and Emilia from behind. Kalen was there, and behind him, the short man with green hair. Fuso looked unto him in surprise, and felt his throat go dry.

	"Kalen? Where is your brother? Who is-"

	"Kalo is dead, father, and I will be going with Zelriane here across the lands as per his request," Kalen announced sternly. Fuso's eyes widened with shock, and he immediately shoved his way past the two girls. The blood littering Zelriane's robe confirmed Lystra and Emilia's story for him in an instant.

	[color=007236]"Stop him, or he will die,"[/color] Zelriane said quietly. Kalen stepped in Fuso's way and rose a hand, blocking his path entirely. Fuso stopped and grabbed his son's hand, while balling up his free fingers into a fist, and immediately clocking Kalen across the Jaw. The single strike sent his son to the ground like a tree, towards Zelriane, who sidestepped the tumbling man without a word.

	"You! Trespasser! You- You'll die for your crimes!" Fuso shouted, losing his usually stalwart composure in a matter of seconds. Emilia spun around and hid behind Lystra once again.

	[color=007236]"Suicide does not befit-"[/color] Before Zelriane could finish, the chief charged his son's murderer and aimed a precise punch for the top of the tiny man's head. Zelriane shifted his weight to the side, placed a single palm on the underside of Fuso's forearm, and struck the hulking chief in his abdomen with the opposite hand. Fuso's exposed back muscles rippled and his body slid back half a foot, dragging dirt and grass with him as he gasped for air. Where Zelriane's fist had landed, there was now a small area of twisted flesh, blood pouring for several rips in Fuso's stomach. Zelriane's movement was fast, almost too fast to see with the naked eye. Several nearby clan members had seen the display, peering out of their tents in horror, not only at Fuso's injury, but at the news of Kalo's death. [color=007236]"It does not befit a leader,"[/color] Zelriane finished, turning his gaze to Kalen. Fuso's son was still conscious, but didn't move just yet. [color=007236]"Perhaps if you'd taught your first son some respect, he would not be dead right now, and you would still have a successor to your name."[/color]