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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] One Week After Human Arrival
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] Seaside Park
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] Aurora [@mole], Vasco [@JJ Doe]
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
Multiple clangs of steel, wood, and a myriad of other materials could be heard. No indication of the plan falling apart. Shouts of confusion and aggression made it seemed like it was going as expected. Barrock continued to wait vigilantly for around a minute, until a shout instantly heightened all his senses.

"Grab the elf!"

Barrock barely had time to consider if they were referring to Aurora or Rowan, because the next thing he heard were footsteps coming towards him. Right after that, the sound of the door unlocking, behind it, a very clueless fished-scaled creature. 

Said clueless creature didn't even get the chance to see the orc, as his chest almost caved in from a force of a living battering ram. His body flew a significant distance back into the storehouse, alerting the other fighters to his arrival. Indeed, the die had been cast, landed unexpectedly, but he played with the numbers he got. 

He could tell his presence really threw the temporary inhabitants into chaos. His menacing bloodshot eyes peering down from monstrous height got several nearby combatants stumbling in terror, whilst one who mustered the delusion to fight him was met with an instant disarm of his puny short sword and then a bash to the skull with its hilt. He ought to consider himself lucky Barrock didn't impale him with his own sword. That death would have been agonizing. 

The target that managed a hit on Vasco were caught aback, and those planning to take Rowan away were also dazed. This was a chance for Vasco and Aurora to do something.