[color=0072bc]Delcastle[/color] /[color=ed1c24] Bulwar [/color] 
 Double Trouble


The wolves sniffed around the den entrance, cautiously looking for what had come into their aggro range. They couldn't see the prey so for now they remained on high alert like any other video game character. Four of them in total, each about the same level as Delcastle and his brother Bulwar, but numbers didn't really matter to the duo. With a roar of his own the younger brother Bulwar made the first attack. The den was at the bottom of a small hill, and Bulwar had jumped off. The big mans shield slammed into the wolf with devastating force. The other wolves prepared to jump on the shielded one with a second figure crashed down atop another wolf, the tip of a spear turning a wolf into shattered glass as it was defeated. A quick shove of his weapon sent the other in a tumble as Bulwar regained his footing. 
Delcastle jumped away from the fourth wolf in the grop and turned his back to it, focusing on the third that his brother had been facing. The hammer end of his Lucerne crunched its muzzle and interrupted its attack as it tried to attack the shielded fighter. The tip of the spear shattered it too.
All that was left was the fourth wolf, eyeing the two combatants with a growl. Larger than the other two, it was likely a den mother. Unlike the other wolves it likely wouldn't go down with a single blow. 
"It's all yours." Delcastle whispered to his younger sibling. 
Bulwar answered by taking the second shield off his back. With both tower shields firmly in front of him the young brother met the beasts attacks head on with his own powerful shove. Both shields clanged into the den mother with a thud as its bulk was easily tossed away. Again and again the wolf tried to break through the defense and again was brutally smashed backwards by the shields. If Delcastle was a cannon, Bulwar was a fortress. After a few more passes the moment finally came. 
Rearing up in rage, the Den Mother let out a roar and charged head on in an attempt to leap over the shields and attack the flank. Bulwar grinned as it took to the sky.
Only to meet Delcastles hammer head mid-air, shattering it like the rest.
Routine and efficient was a great way to describe the complimentary hit and run style of the fighters. 
As the wolves were quickly bested, the brothers began their process. Leather was of great importance to Delcastle who preferred light leather armor over the heavy plating that Bulwar favored, organizing the drop loot into who needed what. Bulwar was given a majority of the money earned while Delcastle handled any crafting materials. Random gear drops were negotiated with who needed what more but usually ended up being sold to vendors.

[color=0072bc]"Another clean fight. We're on a roll!"[/color] Delcastle smiled as Bulwar put both shields onto his back and crossed his arms with a grin of his own. 
[color=ed1c24]"We keep this up, we'll have enough Materia for a new set of armor for you. After that we can work on getting some new shields. These ones are solid but can get kinda heavy."[/color] Both nodded and looked to the sky. [color=ed1c24]"Suns gettin' low. Head back to bulls run?"[/color] Delcastle nodded and they both started back to town. They had gone a fair distance out but it was all part of a routine. They had gone through the area to get exp and coin from random drops and continued to sell the crafted goods they made to other players. The return back to the inn at bulls run contained a few more encounters with the mobs but that was just more loot to be split.