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

Gringor took front, following Nobutada closely as he outright shove past the bulls. Joining in the destruction as his axe slammed into Varjan brigands with one hand, the other hefting his newly ill-gained shield that he had stolen from the Iron Legion. Looking almost like one of their member if not for the mismatched armor that he acquired much earlier.

Slamming one away with the shield, Gringor looked around. Taking a deep sniff of the air to find the scent, but it was weird. There should be more, and there's none of those hardy bois. 

[color=f7941d]"...Forward!"[/color] He swung his axe sideways and sent many of the brigands flying, shield in hand as he went deeper. Eyes on the main building, hopefully, he get his fun fight there. Otherwise, this would've been a dreadfully waste of time.

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

Skarsneek snuck past most of the sentries, keeping an eye out as he moved without any sound at all. Using his body strength to even climb and swung between gaps easily. 

So far, it didn't looked like there was any nasty surprise or traps. Physical ones at least, magical was always a pain to handle. Keeping a track of the timing and looking to the sides occasionally to see the other Shizuyama group at their own pace.

That's when the alarm rang and Skarsneek immediately went to the ceiling. Clinging like a spider even as Varjan blearily strapped their armor and helmet to meet the intruder.

He then intentionally waited a few more minutes, seeing the surge of Varjans slowing to a trickle to meet the exposed group.

Finally, he dropped down, snapped his quarter-staff into two large sticks and hurled himself to the back of the Varjan group. Sweeping, kicking and slamming them where they least expect it as his small frame can outright send a man flying.