Grunthor persevered and had continued hammering the sharp stone into the Elwet's head until it finally gave and died. It had gotten its own attacks in, but they looked far worse than they actually were. Head wounds bled like a son of a bitch. With a grunt he shoved himself to his feet, the rest had taken care of the other fire chickens, minus the one that had immediately fled. It didn't take long for everyone to start delegating things, the two wounded left behind to deal with the Elwet's while the others would go for the final one. Wouldn't it have been better for everyone to work on the birds?

Sighing he tilted his head back slightly so the blood wouldn't drip down his face, he didn't need to be blood blind. [color=red]"I can see fine, I'm Grunthor by the way. So we don't go hey you."[/color] He said before following Lazash. Kindling and firewood he could do, you just needed dry stuff. Like branches and dry leaves or grass, maybe some bark. He wasn't entirely clueless about survival, he had camped before. But beyond that he knew fuck all.

The girl orc mentioned attempting to help with his head, which got a shrug. [color=red]"That's fine, no pain no gain. I've been through worse."[/color] He commented while gathering what he figured would make for good burnable stuff. He was trying to focus on what the job was currently instead of watching the other two female orc runts run off after the fourth bird. Staying as a group and conserving energy felt like a better thing to do, but we'd see how it all played out.

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