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[color=ed145b][b]Skarsneek of the Red Hill.[/b][/color]

After the two brief confrontations and absolute disgust for one another. The two opted to stay as far as possible from one another, Skarsneek in the holds while Gringor at the top of the deck. He helped and talked with the crew, learning a bit more on the culture and place their heading into.

A day passed, and while walking around, Skarsneek waved and greeted some of the task force members. When he reached the top, giving a glare at Gringor before doing his best to ignore the latter.

Finally, they reached their destination and already, Skarsneek noted a large number of ships around yet the response from the locals was nonexistent. Was their navy just not there?

As they ascended to a top of a cliff for a better survey, he was given a much better picture of the entire setup. Though it didn't paint a good picture for the defenders. 

A rocking explosion and burst of dark cloud from one of the ships took his attention, the sound cracking in the night as it sent the Varjo force in momentary confusion. Skarsneek wondered if they mishandled one of their supplies.

Seeing the Shizuyama force charging at this distraction, it dissuaded that and earned his approval. Yet a thousand against a force twenty their size? Unless they take the head of the leader, it was still unlikely to win the battle.

Hearing Shizuka snapped him to attention but one of the members quickly jumped into action. Leaving him a raised eyebrow but focused on their current objective.

[color=ed145b]"Gotcha."[/color] Skarsneek reached for his two clubs, feeling the weapons in his hands and quickly heading out with the rest of the team. Seeing who he was with, he was prob going to be the one fighting.

A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. Already, an idea formulating in his head. 

[@WanderingDragon]

[color=ed145b]"Wynn right? I'll snag them from the dark."[/color] He quickly explained his plan, since the darkness will be to his advantage. He then turned to the rest and gestured for them to head for the village instead. "You all should warn them. The ones that look close to a human, they'll trust you more."

Besides, he hadn't really told anyone yet.

But he [i]despise[/i] Varjo. So this was a perfect choice for him to launch a little payback onto them.

After all, they started this fight first.

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[color=f7941d][b]Gringor of the Ironhide tribe.[/b][/color]

[color=f7941d][i]Hmph.[/i][/color] After the early days of meeting a goblin, he vowed to stay as far away from the other and busied himself learning the basics of sailing from the sailors. A great experience since he originally came from the open steppes and plains.

The swaying of the ocean, salty scent, gentle breeze and scorching sun. It wasn't an unpleasant thing, after all, the wide blue skies that he's under are still the same.

Shaking that thought off, Gringor went back to work and ignored the goblin that just walked to the top of the deck.

Two days later, they finally reached the shore of Shizuyama. Taking a look at it, it didn't seem that interesting a place. The large number of these Varjo ships anchored close to the island, however, was.

Already, the steady pounding of blood in his head came. So these were the foes that he had been hired to fight. Hopefully, they prove to meet the challenge.

Otherwise, well, there's really nothing stopping him from doing what he wants.

So it was a little disappointing that they opted to scout from above first instead of diving right in.

Arms crossed with axe in hand, he looked down on the ships. There seems to be a nearly endless number of opponents down there. It looked like Varjo had an immense amount of resources if they were capable of sending so many here without worry for their homes.

Then turning to the local defenders, it barely matched up to the invading force. 

What a shame that he wasn't right down there with them.

Then, a deafening explosion lit the night in a roaring blaze of fire. Eyes immediately snapped to attention and his ears raised, already, the over-bearing thumping sound made itself known again as he can feel it in the air. The start of a large fight. Drawing his attention completely as the smaller force decided to dive head first into the attack.

Boy, he would've given up everything to be there at this moment. 

Shizuka words barely registered in his ears, and when someone else took the initiative by diving down, Gringor felt like he was about to lose his mind. How dare someone else get into the fight faster than he did?!

Gringor needed no prompt as he too jumped down the cliff, feet slamming into the rocks that stood out briefly and travessed the cliff like a mountain goat. Jumping from one foothold to another with overpowering strength and speed that it curled back into graceful.

Reaching down in record speed as if it's flat ground and leaping onto the ship, Gringor saw spots at the corner of his eyes as that fury, bloodlust and annoyance built up now unleashed to its fullest.

Not even a word or roar, Gringor hacked a man in half with his axe. The demon silver being all that saved the person's life as the combination of a near-death and spirit draining left them unconscious.

With one swing, it went through armor, swords, shields, and bows as multiple soldiers fell down. All the while, Gringor had a large smile on his face. Having the time of his life as he went through an entire group of soldiers, yet everywhere he looked, there was still Varjo soldiers.

There was no strategy, no tactics, it was a sheer and simple brute strength of cutting as many soldiers down. 

Perhaps just sheer instinct, an outside perspective would have people noted that Gringor was cutting a path straight into the backlines of the current main force engaged with the Shizuyama army. Where no doubt, the fight the thickest and strongest enemy lay.