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

Looking at the fisherman, who seem resigned and thus, not going through his decision. Skarsneek lowered his shoulders even as he continued to have Kalaj held upwards.

[color=ed145b]"Well, if you say so."[/color] Skarsneek said before he slung Kalaj over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Frankly, he'll ditch Kalaj into the river if he was alone but he can prob get some use from that sturdy armor of his. They'll need all the resource they can get.

Before leaving, he stopped at the fishermen's side. [color=ed145b]"You're a coward."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"But you survive."[/color] Skarsneek pointed out, after all, one can't do anything when they're dead. Most of the time. [color=ed145b]"Survive, and live for others."[/color]

With that, Skarsneek left him behind and walked away. Mood already soured from this.

Though with this, it meant that at least lodging and a village was technically free. The colder side of him echoed.

[color=ed145b]"Right,"[/color] He rubbed the back of his head as he sorted things out and spoke aloud. [color=ed145b]"This village can be used, we just need some patrols and manpower. Tear down the walls, scavenge whatever equipment and resource available. Get some food and fresh water, move anyone who wants in. I'll have so much to do for Takeshi-"[/color]

[color=ed145b]"What, this piece of shit?"[/color] Skarsneek answered if someone asked what he planned to do with Kalaj. [color=ed145b]"Dismantle his armor that he's so proud of and turn him into a prisoner. Should make it fun. Might even ask him to dig a grave before I bury him."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"Keep a close eye on that map, maybe Takeshi or someone in the village would know something about it."[/color] He motioned his hand to Yuki and a nod of his head.

For Skarsneek, he was heading home. Hopefully he can make it in time for helping his wife.

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

Seeing the warrior didn't fell for it and hitting air, Gringor had snarled between gritted teeth as he was once again interrupted. One charged at him recklessly and was ready to swat him aside before another slashed occurred.

This time, Gringor felt it. Not the pain, rather, the speed and timing.

A blink of an eye, but it was still enough for him to judge the time. 

He barely even noticed the armored kicks, it might as well be as effective as mittens filled with cottons as the blow rained on him.

So with a sharp hammer blow, he rang the varjan warrior that held him down right in the temple. Shaking him down to the spine before feeling the body go slack to unconsciousness. One stomp came, a flash of a hand to catcher before simply pushing it back like a adult to a child, sending the warrior tumbling down but not letting go.

The other came and Gringor swung the other like a doll to crash into the former, arcing around once and then twice before he finally stood up leisurely.  A ring of men down, injured or out cold before he finally let go of the improvised human weapon. Imprint of his hand left behind deeply as it swell to a blue and black color.

With the nuisance taken care of, he reached for his weapon and gestured for another round. Then he charged.

This time, he used everything. Nose, sight, sound and feel. Eyes focused on the warrior.

Raising his weapon for a downward strike, Gringor will commit to it this time. Not taking any unnecessary wild swings as he changed his way of fighting. A much more conservative way as he aimed for positioning. Making sure the rest of the other warriors are in his sight as well even as he focused on the lone one. He wanted to enjoy this fight.

If the Shizuyaman warrior dodges, then he'll continue and advance till he pressed the former into the cliff walls.

Roll away, he'll reset his positioning and follow

Parry, then Gringor will slide his weapon and fist forward for a counter attack.

Block, and he'll overpower.

Attack or counter-attack without that flashy thing, then it'll be a dual exchange.

Attack with the flashy thing-

Gringor will slide backward, weapons raised and to block it desperately. The timing was already there, and he can roughly feel it. Something that was born from sheer fighting experience.