Fight or flight! Tuskor roared his challange in return, knowing he may never return home but nevertheless wanting to release his rage at this sudden aggressor. He wouldn't take his life without paying dearly for it, he thought. With his own spear he charged, and wether or not he even made it there or was hit by a javelin would be revealed within the next dire few moments.

With the bog iron found, new weapons and tools had to be created back home. With it they could eventually empower their other productions that were yet to be created.

[color=gray](What the hell to do?)[/color]