[@PaulHaynek][@AzureKnight] [color=ed145b][b]Skarsneek of the Red Hill[/b][/color] Hearing that Sorae just acknowledging their help was the best they could get, he supposed. [color=ed145b]"Now, now, let's not get too ahead."[/color] Skarsneek brushed it off good-naturedly at Sorae words. [color=ed145b]"That only happens after us getting to know one another better in the stack."[/color] "But sure! It's a deal." He gave a thumbs up before deciding to move and part ways but not before he turned around. [color=ed145b]"Once this done, don't forget, you meet up with us and help Takeshi. We're gonna need every hand on this."[/color] Turning to Atsuha and her sister, Skarsneek lead the way as he scouted for tracks. If the killers used the ground, it wouldn't be hard but Skarsneek had a sinking suspicion that they have also used trees and whatnot to mask their path. [color=ed145b]"Alright, keep an eye out for any tracks and check the trees too. Broken branches, footprints, what not."[/color] He paid close attention, not wanting to lose this competition. Once Skarsneek is on the trail, he'll follow it relentlessly. Using all senses, including scent, to find the killer track. After all, he had a plan for this killer. --- [color=f7941d][b]Gringor of the Ironhide tribe[/b][/color] His charge, meant to swipe all resistance, was itself swiped as the elites reacted far better in their coordination to tripped him up. His legs stumbled and rolled messily across the floor. Blood rushed to his head and fury filled his vision as he held the halberd hard enough that his veins showed. Thankfully, all three of them was blasted away and he felt his ears rung from it. Made worse when the acrid scent of smoke filled his nostrils and he had to held back a cough. Seeing Nobutada close to taking care of the three, Gringor roared as he jumped towards one of the elite and ruthlessly tackled one elite to the ground before he pummeled him with his bare first. By the time his third blow came, the Elite was knocked out. Yet this didn't deterred Gringor as he moved onto the next. Joined by Nobutada who they then proceed to clean up all of the remaining elites. When the coast was clear, the thrumming heat of battle left and just left Gringor with an unsatisfying taste of victory. It was hardly one that he was proud of and felt more like a fool. But that if those were merely elites, then perhaps the commanders must be much stronger. Similar to that ponce he fought at the early stages of the beach. That lifted his spirits, more exciting fight to come. His thoughts were broken when Nobutada addressed him and his intentions. [color=f7941d]"Gringor, Ironhide tribe."[/color] He looked around and went back for his axe, the demonic silver weapon fashioned after a simple but crude axe, the familiar feeling returning to his hands as he inspected the weapon once. [color=f7941d]"Heard there was a big scrap, so I came."[/color] [color=f7941d]"Your warboss got captured like a git, so your underboss, Takeshi, is going for another round."[/color] Gringor rested the axe against his shoulders and turned to Nobutada. [color=f7941d]"Sent me here to collect the leftover bois, said you're the toughest."[/color] He then looked at the damage and prodigious strength, it certainly lived up to the description. Thoughts of clashing against it also came and he smiled wickedly at that. He'll shelve that urge to set the record straight for being the toughest later. They needed to round up everyone and can't afford to waste time. [color=f7941d]"He also said he can't some because he's dressed as a maiko? Miko? Don't know what he meant by that."[/color] [color=f7941d]"So, you coming with your bois? Or do I got to crack all of your heads before we go?"[/color] Gringor gestured with a thumb to the general direction of their meeting point.