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

Skarsneek panted, sweat dripping and wetting his hair as he rubbed it away from getting into his eyes. Seeing the defeated form of his opponent, it took an agonizing amount of restraint to just not kick him into the river. 

[color=ed145b]"I'm fine, it grazed me but it didn't take much."[/color] He used his club to prop himself up. Well, this idea of getting new homes better be paying off...

Then hearing that there's no one else in the house besides Varjan, that had a chilling realization as Skarsneek gritted his teeth.

Looking towards the large bonfire, he quietly moved there and used his club to shove away the burning debris. Hoping that he was wrong and that they had fled instead. 

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


Moving upwards, Gringor climbed the gentle slope lazily. Opting to stay out of sight as he looked towards the camp based on the small plateau.

[color=f7941d]Hmm.[/color] Tapping his axe, he saw the five of the warriors that the mad hatter brought back. Seeing them and feeling the raised hair on his nape. His guts told him enough, and it was the same when he fought those tough halberd soldiers. With five of them instead of three. 

That had his blood boiled, it was a fight slanted against him. 

And that was the best kind of fight.

So many ways to start. 

The smaller fries was a pain, not worth but decorum says he'll have to get rid of them first.

Yet, he just wanted to dig into the good stuff right away.

Studying the area, it was uphill and they had the high ground.

But it also meant that they can't leave and run to the sides to flank him, the mountain prevents that, the ground was also a distance away and the exits a small one too which he already got. Not to mention they're all penned in.

At least there were no archers. 

Or do it the old way?

Gringor smiled as he walked upwards, in full view of the camp. Brazen, daring, and foolish, Gringor kept to it as he saw them reacting to his presence and moving to arm themselves.

[color=f7941d][b]"BRING OUT YOUR STRONGEST, GRINGOR IRONHIDE IS HERE!"[/b][/color] With a loudly bellow, Gringor raised a fist before settling it down on one of the five warriors of the heavenly strike. 

The Varjans, they won't bother to play this game. They like war, large fights, big fights. Every trick and every move. Gringor can respect that.

Zipangnese, the Shizuyamans, like the underboss, they however play this game. A duel, strong against strong. They have to. Just like when he challenged other High Orcs, they accept or lose some face.

Which was why he challenged, upfront, where they had nowhere else to go but through him. Swarming him will only get them in each other way.

With that done, Gringor got ready for whatever they were prepared to do. They're trapped in one area after all.