[@Noblebandit][@PaulHaynek][@Hammerman][@Dark Cloud]

[b][color=ed145b]Skarsneek of the Red hill[/color][/b]

Skarsneek sneered, even as the blood within him boiled with each passing moment. The flames, blood and screams. All of it was anti-thesis to what being a Mamono was.

So seeing some hotshot riding ahead, it had his hair bristle and rose but Skarsneek kept it hidden for now. Hands moving towards the twin clubs latched to his back. 

Hearing Cambriel being mistaken for an Order angel was somewhat confusing but the man must be an idiot. It'll certainly fit, with how the arrogance rolled off him and the dismissal of their own hypocrisy.

But still, if he can take this man down. Then it'll certainly stop the war.

For now, he spied a fallen rock and moved carefully with his clubs upwards for a fight.

Then the moment they made a move, Skarsneek will kick the stone hard enough and aimed it for the prince's horse eyes. Hoping to take him down a peg.

However and honestly, he'll have to try his best to defend or pull away Cambriel the moment it starts. The enemy are on horseback and these look like elite guards. They might take one out or two before the rest comes. So with that defensive plan in mind, Skarsneek prepared himself.

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[color=f7941d][b]Gringor Ironhide[/b][/color]

Cutting down the enemies, Gringor pleasure turned to another simmering annoyance. After the initial haze, he realized that these are merely chaffs. 

Conserving his stamina and aiming for minimal strikes now, bringing each one down with least power and taking in each spirit energy into his own, Gringor dispatched the rest of them with ease.

Then he felt it long before it came and shifted to the sides but was a fraction too late as a new enemy made themselves known alongside a flashing pain from the sides.

[b][i]That,[/i][/b] got his full attention alongside an unbelievable strong scent. Their tribe wasn't simply a moniker but an actual trait obtained throughout the years of brutal physical training, breeding and utilizing their inner energy to made their skin and muscle tougher.

So to see it having a shallow cut, enough to bleed skin only, was something of worth.

The scent however was the worse part as it overtook every thought that he nearly wanted to vomit. High Orcs have a keen sense of smell that they can often track enemies by scent.

Between the bloodlust, anger and sheer [i]excitement[/i], it was not a wonder that Gringor threw himself forward. 

Here now, was a worthy and annoying [i]fight[/i].

His charge was ferocious as Gringor aimed for an overhead strike but at the last moment, would switched it by using the bottom part of his axe, hooked the shield to bring it down, and thrust the head of the axe forward. 

It won't kill but it'll knock the enemy out from sheer force that carried enough to crack a boulder in half should it land. 

[@FrogRFlowR][@AzureKnight]