The confusion in Druid Girls thanks got a shrug from him. [color=red]"Weapons break, so lead with crappy ones and reserve your better ones for tougher opponents or bad situations."[/color] He stated, ever the pragmatic one. Archer Girl requested one as well, which he made handily. There were plenty of hardwood saplings around and the scent of fresh torn up dirt would be gone by evening.

As time passed he periodically rolled in the dirt to keep the shine from his scales. The small bouts of breezes kind of blew the dust away and his coloration didn't exactly make sticking a bunch of plants on to be very effective. So he didn't bother camouflaging himself. Aside the fact he was the front-liner, he needed to be the one drawing the attention of the enemies.

The sky darkened as the sun sunk below the horizon and the moons became more prominent in view. Red was squatting behind a bush, but his head was still visible and so were his shoulders from certain angles. His ears twitched at the high pitched shrieky noises coming from the opening in the ground dead ahead. Out came a small green biped, big nose, long ears, oddly colored eyes, and a poorly cared for dagger. They really were the size of a young human child, the thing barely reached his waist.

It took a step or so out of the cave and [i]yoink[/i] it was caught by one of the snares Archer Girl had laid out. Its yelling drew more of its companions out, another four actually. One approached to attempt to free the strung up one, but fell victim to another snare trap. It was unfortunate the cave was in such an open area, he knew of a couple traps that were pretty effective. The remaining three were wary now, poking at the ground with their rusty weapons.

It didn't take long for them to find him, he was red among brown and green! One pointed its small sword at him and cawed like a lunatic. Which got him to stand up and step out of the bushes in a rather calm and collected manner. He literally towered over these little creatures but he had heard they still just rushed at those larger than them idiotically.

The red behemoths arm drew back as he widened his stance. One foot leading way ahead of the other and he leaned back on the rear leg. That muscular arm bulged suddenly and the javelin he had made was launched with the retained power and forward movement of a hard lunge. The sharpened hardwood stick soared through the air towards the mid-range goblin while the [i]fwip[/i] of an arrow went by to the rear goblin. Without wasting his movement his arm went down and grabbed the base of his make-shift spear and he waited for the goblin(s) to charge at him.