Astiroth watched as the bears head rolled onto the ground. His posture, stance, and quality of his cut showed that of a style similar to the Warriors of legend that hailed from the far east. He pulled back his blade and pulled out a cloth to wipe it. After he cleaned the blood from his blade, he sheathed it.

His gaze met Vreskrr as he sheathed his blade and listened to her remark. "I'm not much to care for apologies. Next time, I hope you return the favor...not the ditching part but if you did then why not. Have fun." He turned and began to walk on the outskirts of the village. "Such knowledge that will be granted will benefit you all more than me. Just tell me when to carry the burden. I'll be waiting for you all by the entrance of the town." 

Astiroth walked along toward the entrance. He examined the undead that roamed. "For such ill fate to befall someone..I understand it well for Sven has left a terrible mark on the world. I wonder if others have formed their own group of misfits to stop him"

When he reached the entrance, he set his sheathed blade to the side. He kneeled down to meditate for a moment. Slowly rising, he postured himself in a way that resembled Wing Chun. He didn't have a training dummy so performing the striking and grappling movements would be a little awkward. He didn't care though. Astiroth needed to be strong, fast, capable of overcoming his lack of versatility, he would be swift, deadly, and powerful.