[@PaulHaynek] [@AzureKnight] [@The Irish Tree] [@Enkryption] [color=ed145b][b]Skarsneek of the Red Hills[/b][/color] [color=ed145b]"Hands off her, you moron!"[/color] Skarsneek said, but took no shame as he smacked Hinami right on the back as well when she turned to face the Dragon Warrior and added salt to the injury by letting one hit her in the rear as well to offset her balance. Then shifting to the sides and circling around Hinami, he engaged the Dragon Warrior as he let off multiple thrusts and kept his feet on the move. Constantly keeping an eye on Hinami attacks and Dragon Warrior as it turned into a three-way. All the while, despite the immense disrespect, he'll also keep close to the tombstones as a way to ensure any slicing attacks be hampered or charges be slowed down. [color=f7941d][b]Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe[/b][/color] Gringor eyes went red as he felt yet another hit against his back, a surge of adrenaline filled his entire body as multiple slashes cut across him and failed to break skin. This time, Gringor didn't hesitate as he felt the swordsmen grab onto him. His own arms grabbed onto the swordsmen saddling him, not to pry him off but to pin him in place. Letting gravity take over as Gringor jumped backward, his body weight and force nearly launching the two feet away and into the cemetery's hard ground. Feeling the impact rattling the swordsmen and barely affecting him, Gringor continued to roll backward several times before the swordsmen's body slacked. Gringor rose from the ground to his feet, his hand still gripped onto the swordsmen's leg and dragged him like a sack of potatoes. He then tossed him towards the Dragon warrior and cracked his neck. [color=f7941d]"Slow.[/color]" He said through broken Shizuyaman and walked towards the dragon warrior, besides their clothes, there was nothing special. [color=f7941d][i]"Weak."[/i][/color] They're not as fast as the heavenly warrior basket heads, nor are they strong as Shizuka. [color=f7941d]"No wonder you all lose to Varjans."[/color] It was a waste of his time. The Dragon Warrior will see that Gringor meant every word of it as well. Whether they respond in anger or bafflement, he'll have little time to think of it as Gringor made his next move. A flurry of blows came as Gringor hammered the Dragon Warrior using the back of his axe and superior range of his weapon, not to destroy in one hit but multiple ones to break the weapon slowly over time as each blow rattled the Dragon warrior down to the bones. There was zero waste, and to Gringor, was akin to chopping a tree.