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

Letting Hinami rest as he gingerly put her onto a bed inside a grain storage, he sat close by even as he relieved some of her stress by using a wet cloth and a small basin to wipe her face.

It felt familiar, taking care of another younger sibling when they fall sick. Though Hinami’s case was more severe and life-threatening to others.

Idly, he wondered if there was anything that could be done. Undead usually was more docile and Hinami certainly wasn’t the lower-ranked variety. That she could talk, interact and retain much of her personality was enough to be counted to be a noble undead.

It being the consequences of a curse or ritual gone wrong, was sobering.

While sitting, nearly silent footsteps caught his attention and his hands went to the clubs immediately as he looked who was approaching.

[color=ed145b]“Oh, granny, what’s up?”[/color] He said and relaxed when the presence revealed itself to be Yurine.

Hearing that she plans to do the spell that’ll help calm her down or do whatever it’s supposed to do had him tense, but he supposed it was better to just get it done.

[color=ed145b]“I think we should probably wait until her sister gets back first, unless you need it done now...”[/color] Skarsneek said, it didn’t felt correct to do this without Atsuha but if it was time sensitive, then he’ll have to trust Yurine on this.

Though on being questioned of what to do to calm her down, Skarsneek looked back to Atsuha and Hinami before coming to a conclusion.

Raising Hinami, and being aided a little with his knee. He placed her in an embrace from the back and had her head rested against his stomach.

It was a bit different from how Atsuha does it, but she didn’t have legs anymore while he had.

[color=ed145b]“Right, this should do it.” [/color]Skarsneek said, though his position also meant he can easily change to a sleeper hold if Hinami decides to go wild again.

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

Gringor shrugged when Nobutada jested he has joined Varjan army with the new armor. “Make it too easy, no fun.”

The point of a fight was to be hard, an easy fight wasn’t worth it in his opinion.

[color=f7941d]“Fought Shizuka, and…didn’t win.” [/color]Gringor waved his hands as he focused the so-called chi or spirit energy as they’re called by the shamans. The thing desired by all mamono, something he generates and is special.

He didn’t see anything different between the demonic energy or spirit energy, since they’re essentially the same. Different, but same.

Pushing that aside, Gringor focused on what he can do with it instead as he focused it to his fist. It gathered there, made his hits stronger.

But that’s about it.

[color=f7941d]“Had arm bitten, not strong, not tough enough.”[/color] He said, recalling the sensation of teeth sinking into his flesh and bone. 

It angered him as he grimaced darkly.

[color=f7941d]“So was thinking about spirit.”[/color] He then turned to Nobutada. [color=f7941d]“Seen those robe bois, dragon something. Dress little but when hit, axe bounced back.”[/color]

[color=f7941d]“Gravekeeper said it was technique, but it reminds me more of you. And you’re tougher.”[/color] Gringor then got to the heart of the matter.

“Can teach, how to make me tough? So I can make axe and armor tougher too.” He grinned, one that he hadn't done so for a while.