While he was practicing, Grunthor was listening to the others talk amongst themselves. Well, less practice and more drilling the movements into his new body while toughening the knuckles. Akeno asked what they all got for skills from the god who brought them to this world. Esfir, who was the older sounding orc, mentioned cold magic. A blizzard specifically, but he had serious doubts on such weather changing magic given outright. They were to young and inexperienced to have something like that.

[color=red]"To you two returning, I'm Grunthor. I have Rapid Strikes."[/color] He stated as he blitzed his three strikes. The effect was immediate once it was over, a tiredness set in that he hadn't felt in ages. So it did take something to activate, and judging by how tired he was he might be able to do it twice more. Good to know, so wear down the enemy first then blitz them with Rapid Strikes. But still he kept swinging away, his hands were aching, the pain growing sharp on his skin. His head burned a bit from sweat stinging his wounds from the Elwet pecks.

Giving the tree a final thump he stepped back, shaking his hands out. [color=red]"Does anyone know how to make stuff? We could use a bit more...armor I guess, than these rags we have."[/color] He asked, he was just a fighter. He didn't know how to do any of this stuff, but he could trade protection for stuff. Or just help about wherever he could like with the kindling for the fire.

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