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

From the blurred vision of his eyes, Skarsneek could only catch the tail end of the fight as Na’kratz finally fell.

Being laid flat on his back and blood oozing in small droplets, Skarsneek took a moment to recover with deep breaths.

Once the world stopped spinning, he sat back up in relief.

[color=ed145b]“Well, that went better than expected. We’re lucky he chose to be an idiot.”[/color] He muttered at the close brush they had, if Na’kratz chose differently, It would’ve been them that’ll be on the ground dead.

Small mercies, he suppose. Skarsneek touched his forehead and flicked the blood away before looking at them. “Everyone alright?”

[color=ed145b]“I suggest we get ourselves patched up, we’re gonna need to move fast. There’s still a fight to be won.”[/color] Skarsneek groggily got up to his feet, moving to the fallen sorcerer and unceremoniously tugging at his helmet.

It took a few tries but once Skarsneek managed to pried it off, he’ll spin it with one finger before catching it.

He’s not gonna cut his head off so a helmet would do.

[color=ed145b]“Hmm? This? Well, you’ll see.”[/color] He smiled cunningly to his comrades, no need for further explanation as he walked outside confidently with Na’Kratz helmet in hand. 

Once he does, he’ll raise the helmet theatrically and arms wide open. 

[color=ed145b]“Na’Kratz is [b]dead![/b]”[/color] He roared loudly and felt his throat burned. [color=ed145b]“Your leader is dead!"[/color]

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

Receiving such a noncommittal answer, Gringor only shrugged his shoulders and left things be. 

Moments after he turned and left, something slammed his head hard enough from the back that he fell face-first into the ground.

Gringor's mind stopped working, as he tried to reason himself how he ran straight into a wall. Did it snuck up onto him?

Only when he lifted his head from the ground and looked back as his fingers rubbed the back of his head, Gringor noticed the crossbow bolt and come to rest at Keith who had a crossbow in hand.

[color=f7941d]“Funny joke,”[/color] Gringor said with a smile, though there was none of the eagerness nor sincerity in it as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulder back. He then marched towards Keith, axe in hand instead of shoulder this time. [color=f7941d]“Here, Gringor has a joke. Dead funny joke.”[/color]