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[center][b]TZI TI'AMTUM[/b][/center]

Tzi gave Viola a thumbs-up as he got to work, helping her remove the myriad contents of her pack.

"I'll always give a mate a hand," he replied with a laugh, taking the gear that she handed to him and placing them down on the slightly-damp grass in a reasonably organised grouping. His brows did raise slightly upon realising how much everything must have weighed inside the pack. That was a lot of stuff for somebody like Viola to carry for so long! Even a big guy like him would have some trouble. "Though looks like you're a pretty strong girl yourself!"

The sight of the smoked lamb immediately caught his eye, and the moment Viola asked the assembled group who could cook it, he was the first to respond. This was what he was born to do (beyond fighting, of course), and the self-satisfied smile present on his face was an obvious sign that he was going to have fun with it.

"I can take care of it," the tall young man added, removing his portable grill from where it was safely tied to his back and setting it up in front of them. "You guys fine with barbecue, right?"

"Anyway," he continued. "If we want Ires to be chief, then I'm down wi-"

Rocs.

Big birds swooping from the sky. Tzi immediately pulled out his carving knife and carving fork, the two utensils fusing into the form of [i]Retiarius[/i] as the enemies closed in. No time to talk cooking right now, unless they wanted to talk about how tasty the birds would taste if barbecued. He'd never eaten a roc before. Maybe they could try one out.

But it was fighting time.

Everything else could wait for now.

[right][b][i]Casting the Net[/i][/b][/right]

Power pulsed, and from the tips of his trident burst the net of heavy magical fibres, flying up into the air and seeking to bring down one of the army of angry avians assaulting his associates.