[@FrogRFlowR][@Rune_Alchemist][@AzureKnight] [@PaulHaynek]

[b][color=f7941d]Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe[/color][/b]

His thrust struck true, shattering the man's weapon completely.

An animal primal roar rang deep within Gringor, eyes gleaming maniacally as he advanced forward unrelentingly. Not willing to give up the advantage now.

Then danger flicked and he stopped his track, a gold figure blazing past him and slamming downwards like a meteor. Sending him and his prey away from one another.

Gringor saw red and had to force himself from not attacking the dragon outright. He tore his gaze from his companion and onto the warrior instead. Who had leaped right into the mass of slime and swiped at it ferociously.

He didn't let this chance pass and even risked himself being stuck in the slime by charging forward, flicking his axe head to the blunt part. Creating an impromptu hammer meant for crushing armor, it won't hurt flesh but it'll certainly destroy the armor. 

Letting a voiceless roar,  Gringor raised the weapon before swinging it down with all his might. Intending to slam the champion down and bring the fight to the end.

[b][color=f7941d]More, more![/color][/b]

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[@WanderingDragon][@Hammerman][@Dark Cloud][@Noblebandit]

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

Things escalated in an instant, one that Skarsneek was anticipating as he burst into action.

His clubs now merged into a quarterstaff, creating an impromptu spear, Skarsneek saw the first of the mounted knights charging towards them.

Crouching low, Skarsneek lagged his charge, moving at a slower speed. Eyes focused to its utmost as he waited the last moment where the swung is committed.

Then bursting into action, Skarsneek dodged to the sides as he struck with his staff. 

A goblin's small frame and size made it have a smaller reach but the strength more than made up for it. Utilizing the charging force of the horse and turning it against the rider, it was as if he rode into a pole head-on. Unseated from his horse violently.

Not shying away from that. Skarsneek then used the falling motion to bring another downward stroke,  teeth gritted tightly as Skarsneek slam his weapon right into the chest of the rider with far more force than necessary as it buried the rider a few centimeters into the dirt.

Turning to the sides, he kept the important-looking guy within his sight while having the corner of his eyes picking up Cambriel, alongside his own opponent.