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

Hissing as his attack was bat aside, Skarsneek continued his assault nonetheless. He cannot afford to let up the pressure, otherwise-!

A spear being thrown towards him at a speed faster than it should, Skarsneek didn't even had the time to evade and swung both of his weapon to intercept it. At this point, he moved with pure instinct and caught the spear. Yet such was the speed that he barely glanced it away and it cut his arm instead.

Gritting his teeth, Skarsneek used the momentum to spun around and combined both club into his quarterstaff in one smooth motion before thrusting outwards. 

From Kalaj perspective, it was like Skarsneek's club had extended forward into a blur as it was aimed squarely to the chest. The blow struck directly at his armor. Most of all, he took special care to avoid any head on clashes with his flaming sword.

Now with an additional reach, Skarsneek utilized it to the fullest by striking Kalaj wrist and fingers. Even with armor, it'll break or disable his sword arm, especially since despite goblins small stature, they possess a grand amount of strength to lift clubs that are usually as big as their body.

Hopefully, Kerry might get another weapon or intervene.

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

[color=f7941d]"Youz the underboss, and this is your scrap."[/color] Gringor pointed out the obvious with a raised brow, despite his behavior, Gringor was ultimately here for the fights, and not to command. That was Takeshi's job, he has to get his opinion first before doing his own thing. He was not a savage after all. [color=f7941d]"I won't mind if you make me underboss."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Well, youz gonna miss a fun scrapping then. I'll save some for youz if you do come."[/color] Gringor uttered in a mangled zipangese as he watched Takeshi left to go for the mad boi. 

It wasn't to his taste but he was not one to judge. Some people like to stick in crazy. 

Eyes turned to where the Alice general direction of where she was headed, Gringor then got onto all fours like a dog and sniffed the ground exactly like one. Taking a sniff of the air, the scent of the Alice was finally picked out. It was a day old, which meant it was the old track.

Shrugging and rolling his shoulders as he stood back up, he gave a meaty whack to his neck. Seems like it'll be a tough scrap. The technique itself was a secondary concern, no, his focus was purely the opponent that shall meet him on the way.

Gringor slammed his fist together as he trudged fearlessly, grinning from ear to ear. 

This was exactly what he lived for then.