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

[color=ed145b]"Hmm..." [/color]Skarsneek stroke his chin and scrunch his face in thought after Sorae laid her answer to them, it seemed reasonable but hardly efficient. If she dies in the process then all their work would go down the drain and in a worse scenario.

Yet they can't leave traitors behind their lines now, can they? They'll do as much damage to their fight as the Varjans do in the front line.

[color=ed145b]"How about we help you out? You could always use a couple of distractions,"[/color] Skarsneek gestured with a thumb to where Tomi would be napping. [color=ed145b]"They know there's a dragon but they don't know that you live."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"And if they don't know that you live, they got a nasty surprise!"[/color] Skarsneek grinned mischievously before dropping that act. [color=ed145b]"But honestly, I doubt your lord Taka is going to let you do this alone and I'm sure he'll definitely ask to come along to help which prob has us getting involved too."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"Besides...if the Varjans are involved,"[/color] Skarsneek smiled but it was strained at the sides, as he had to restrain the filling rage surging out. [color=ed145b]"Then I can't in good conscious just [i]leave[/i] it now, can I?"[/color]

[color=ed145b]"But that's just my thinking, feel free to use our help even as meat targets."[/color] He ended and dusted his hands dramatically before shrugging to Sorae, accepting whatever her decision is.

Though he wondered what exactly should they do, the day was still long after all.

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

The rush of his weapon being diverted forcefully snapped his attention completely before that was brutally paid with a backhand, it barely moved his neck but the sheer surprise shocked him more than the damage. Enabling an axe swung downwards and slammed into his arm, striking a nerve that involuntary shook his grip out of reflex.

In a single motion, the Elite rammed his weapon right towards his torso, failing to even break skin but the force was enough to start pushing him backwards into a wall and further away from his weapon.

[color=f7941d][i]This[/i][/color]

Gringor grimace turned into a feral smile as the pounding in his head got louder and louder. Eyes seeing red at the corner of his eyes as he gripped below the halberd axe, forced it to the sides by sheer power and strength.

[color=f7941d][i]Was [b]fun![/b][/i][/color]

A single lash of his kick aimed dead center at one of the Varjan warriors with a shield and arrested their charge completely. When the elite pulled their weapon back, Gringor strained and jerked backwards for a heartbeat before he let go of, turning the strength against the former overstretched his retreat, leaving the last shielded warrior to Gringor.

An opportunity that the high orc did not miss as he pummeled downwards with a hammer blow, the fist sending the shield downwards and leaving the warrior exposed for a brief moment.

Gringor shoulder shook once and a blurring fist crushed right into the Varjan chin, its impact sending him off his feet and straight to the brain. Rattling it and no doubt, enough to knock the man clean.

But that was not enough, Gringor grabbed the mans leg much to the Varjans shock. Twisted his foot as he spun around once, and tossed the man's unconscious body like a sack of potatoes right towards the last remaining shield warrior.

The moment it left his hand, Gringor charged forward hard enough to leave an imprint of his foot onto the prayer hall floor as an animalistic roar bellowed out from him. Shaking the prayer halls and throat as the shine of his eyes looked like a demon from the prayer candle. 

Gringor's eyes was peeled as he readied to snatched the halberd with his hands and slide all the way downward into grappling range.