[u][b]Siwon[/b][/u] The only thing Siwon found was his own ineptitude in hunting for small animals and the lack of creativity his demon partner had when it came to insults. Romping around the perimeter kept his blood pumping, of course, and the Fiend Knight was about as warm as he could be without dipping into a blissfully warm bath. But that was basically it. Nothing more than a little jaunt in the woods before bedtime, for all that his attempt at hunting did for him. Maybe it'd be better if he bothered Oscar for this? Maybe. Or maybe he should just try harder. Being a Fiend Knight was a life long vocation. He had lots of time to eventually gather up all the skills he needed to be forever respected by those who mock him. Whereas others bathed, he studied the blade. Every moment they relaxed, he would catch up to them, slowly, gradually closing the gap in skill between them. Look at Ettamri, standing stock still and doing absolutely nothing. Siwon will overcome the knightess's ability soon, by so merit of polishing his combat skills while she settled into braindead complacency. Oh yes, in due time, they will all learn to respect him. [u][b]Oscar, Katya, Ettamri[/b][/u] It would have been a pyrrhic victory if Katya hadn't received the dried blueberries from Oscar, but because she had, it was just a victory, nothing more, nothing less. She made a silent oath to eat real, non-poop meat when she got back to Andeave, before scrunching her face in exaggerated annoyance when the ranger tousled her hair up. [color=6ecff6]"Hmph!"[/color] was her only response to all that, but after a while, she did slow down her chewing a bit more. With mulched up blueberries atop of water-softened hardtack, the little priest could almost imagine that it was blueberry jam on bread, certainly a more pleasant meal than what was actually beside her. With Ettamri stoically just being there, Oscar half-sleeping by the fire, and the horses fed and cared for, there was nothing for Katya to do but to doze off as well, her arms folded as she enjoyed the peaceful solitude. Peace, however, was never meant to last. Not in the wilderness, not in the night. A strangled cry sounded in the distance, in the direction of the springs. And then, only silence. [b][u]Muu, Renauld, Argen[/u][/b] As a Blade Dancer, Muu's leg muscles were certainly more developed than most girls, and even most warriors her age. Muscled and firm, yet also holding a whip-like flexibility that had broke the jaws of many an unfortunate foe when combined with her boots, there was literally no chance in hell that Renauld would be getting out of this unscathed. Thankfully, even Blade Dancers were not immune to the effects of heat exhaustion, and not all of her strength was put in that kick. By Muu's standards, it was probably just a lovetap. If it had landed anywhere else, it would sting and leave a bruise, but it would certainly not be devastating in any way, shape, or form. But no matter the lessened force, Renauld's Little Renauld was still a point of extreme vulnerability, and with that singular blow, the mage's face turned bloodless, his teeth clenching to hold back the scream. Argen and Tithemal, bearing witness to it, could sympathize at once. The worst, though, had yet to come. Stumbling back, the mage slipped on a rock and fell flat on his tailbone, the nauseous shock shooting up his spine into his skull, impact thankfully dampened by resistance of water. Tragedy manifested itself, however, in the location where he had fallen: dangerously close to a subterranean geyser pumping hot water up into the spring. It took exactly 0.7 seconds for Renauld's bruised 'pride' to register the agony of being heated after being tenderized, and immediately afterwards, there was simply no recourse but to scream. Now how will they explain THIS to their little priest?