[@PaulHaynek][@AzureKnight][@FrogRFlowR] [color=ed145b][b]Skarsneek of the Red Hills[/b][/color] Atsuha and Hinami answer didn't placate him at all, if anything it heightened his suspicion more as he looked back and forth between the sisters. [color=ed145b]I'll have to talk to Hinami later if I can.[/color] Skarsneek decided at the end, hopefully, it's just his gut feeling being wrong in this one instance instead of the usual, and horribly accurate, instinct. [color=ed145b]"Well, if you say so."[/color] He clapped both of his hands together to shift the topic before turning to Tomi the dragon and gestured his head to the sides. [color=ed145b]"Happy to work with a beautiful and strong dragon, if there's any trouble, we'll be relying on you."[/color] [color=ed145b]"Alright then, let's head out!"[/color] Skarsneek said and made his journey after Takeshi told of their rendevous zone. Taking the lead as he moved ahead of the sisters and blonde dragon, having already memorized the map during the journey in his head. He did however turned back and looked at all his other teammates before giving them a thumbs up. [@Hammerman], [@Rune_Alchemist] [@Rezod92] [@Dark Cloud] [@Slypheed] [@Noblebandit] [color=ed145b]"Don't die, yea?"[/color] And with that, Skarsneek left but not before passing by Gringor and blow him a raspberry. [color=ed145b]"You can die."[/color] A snort is all that Gringor replied back before the high orc left for his own journey. Throughout the journey, Skarsneek maintained a cheery mood as they traveled to their location. Taking in the scenery and beautiful sights occasionally, noting just how scenic it would've been if it wasn't because of the war and the fact that this entire island is populated by people who despise mamonos. We should be there soon. He hummed as they arrived into a green plateau, though that's when he spotted something from afar. There's the sign of dark billowing smoke, steady, small but numerous. With a click of his tongue, Skarsneek waved towards his companions to signal them. [color=ed145b]"Prepare for some trouble." [/color] Moving closer to the estate, the smell of blood, decay and death filled his nose. The worst already coming to mind until he saw some of the conditions that the corpse was left behind. For one, it didn't look like it was the Varjan’s handiwork but rather, the Shizuyama’s own weapons instead. [color=ed145b]Civil war? No, perhaps a traitor?[/color] Skarsneek surmised as it didn't seem that farfetched. Someone had to be profiteering from the situation after all. It's possible some radicals might have joined forces with the Varjans since Takeshi was willing to at least talk to them, Varjan won't even give that sort of courtesy. In that moment of contemplation, a shadow briefly fell over him and before Skarsneek could process what happened, a new presence made itself known by kicking Tomi away before landing right behind Hinami. Before she finished her words, Skarsneek had both of his clubs assembled as one and pointed them toward the intruder like a spear. [color=ed145b]"Takeshi sent us since he couldn't come, and he's still dressed as a miko."[/color] He recited quickly before snarling past his clenched teeth. [color=ed145b]"So step away from her, [i]now[/i]."[/color] --- [color=f7941d][b]Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe[/b][/color] Moving around the island, Gringor strode through his destination with a crude map in hand. It wasn't the most accurate but it had enough landmarks for him to figure things out. Eyes wandered around even as his mind wrapped around the situation their in now that he was alone with no one else. The enemy had plentiful supplies, a larger army, reserves, weapons, and elites available. The odd was highly against them, the only thing working for them was the geographical knowledge but that's if the locals decide to share with them. Sure, it will be a good fight but it's also not fun losing and orcs don't lose. They can't afford to. Brushing his hair, Gringor only sighed. Working with humans that don't like them was going to be a pain. Approaching the temple, he could see from afar that something didn't mixed. The temple walls, stone, and design, all of it matched one another. The spike walls and crude watch towers certainly didn't. A shift in the winds direction allowed him to pick up a few certain scent in the air and he grin ear to ear. [color=f7941d][i]Varjans.[/i][/color] Sticking and keeping his profile low, Gringor moved stealthily to get a better look at what he's dealing. Then once he was close enough, it seemed that there was a prisoner being escorted. From the look of his clothes, bald head, and the multiple guards around him, Gringor surmised that the monk must be who they were looking for. Though the temptation of just barging in and destroying the Varjan was tempting, he'll need to get the monk out first since that's their main objective. He'll have some fun after that but for now, it was time for his job. Getting closer to the prison escort and into their expected travel path, Gringor stayed hidden as he waited patiently like a hunter. Though it did little to settle the fast, pounding and ferocious heart as a battle of patience waged within his mind. One urging to go in and simply tear them to pieces while the other urged for his prey to get closer so he can focus on nothing but tearing them to pieces. Once they did, Gringor sprung out from his hiding spot like a Tiger. Brandishing his demon silver axe, he swung it hard enough that it appeared a blur even as it drained the guards of their energy spirit. Another slash brought another down, after five seconds or less, Gringor took down two guards already. Turning sideways to check onto Nobutada, Gringor lash his axe out to cut the latter's bond to free him before turning his attention back to the Varjans. [color=f7941d]"Come, let's fight these Varjan's to the death."[/color]