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

Seeing naught but ashes, it didn't comfort him at all as he looked around until the man finally arrived.

The next few moment had Skarsneek grimaced like he had bitten a lemon, then his face flushed with anger as he quietly looked at the man smacking the thickly armored opponent. Then seeing Kerry gave a football kick, Skarsneek hoped that it didn't kill him or knocked out.

No no no, it wouldn't do after all if the person was unconscious for what [b]HE[/b] will do.

Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, Skarsneek stepped in. [color=ed145b]"You're all doing this wrong."[/color]

Moving towards Kalaj then gently but firmly pushing the man away with the axe, Skarsneek started to drag Kalaj around. His strength allowed him to do so with some difficulty.

[color=ed145b]"You see, his armor protects from most blunt force. An axe isn't going to do much unless you hit it right in the eye or joints like the back of the knee and elbows."[/color] He explained as he continued on. Ensuring that Kalaj didn't see where he was going as Skarsneek looked at the grief-stricken man and nodded towards him to follow for some payback. [color=ed145b]"It'll still take some time to get past all that metal though."[/color]

Then roughly rolling Kalaj so he was face first into the ground, the latter was finally greeted with a splash of water, mud and the edge of the river. Skarsneek continued on as he held Kalaj by the arms now to prevent him from struggling out of it, water slowly coming higher to Skarsneek foot and then knees.

[color=ed145b]"But funny thing. It doesn't even take a foot of water to properly drown someone."[/color] Skarsneek promptly used his legs to grind onto Kalaj's armor, pinning it firmly onto the ground and enough of a distance for the man to still breathe erratically by tilting his neck backward.

Skarsneek turned to the widower and then to Kalaj head.

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

Steadying his breath as Gringor raised his weapon with gusto, eyes wide and readied to react to the attack as it came down to an exchange.

A moment passed before he blinked for a moment-

Then pain, just pain struck and flared from the side of his body like a hammer. Narrow, concentrated and precise.

It didn't brought him down, yet Gringor eyes flared and turned bloodshot.

[color=f7941d]He didn't see it.[/color]

Skidding backward on his feet, hunched forward as he breathed hard more from shock than pain.

[color=f7941d]He didn't [i]see[/i] it.[/color]

Gringor barely noticed the rapidly approaching enemies as he touched the area where he was struck.

Then with a fierce smile and a single arm, he swung once in a wide arc when the zealots was close enough. Aiming to catch all four of them at once.

This time, instead of simply letting their spirit energy drain. He directed and take all of the energy for himself. Granting himself a little second wind as he stood upright again.

Turning his back and swirling around towards the one he challenged, Gringor charged forwards, fast and hard as he left an imprint on the ground. Axe in one hand and fist in another, Gringor purposefully left a wide opening of his right side from where the axe would come.

Then at the last moment, should the swordsman go for it. He'll lash out with a brutal and short front kick aimed right for the hips rather than chest.