[@PaulHaynek][@AzureKnight]

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

His plan was calculated but it sure didn't considered that the other might have known his game plan too.

So Skarsneek was left dangerously precarious as the sword swung downwards, ready to strike him in half.

Or would have, if she didn't divert her strike to the sides before it was knocked aside by another hit. The sword clattered to the sides as Sorae finally caught onto them.

[color=ed145b]"Thanks. I would've won still but thanks." [/color]Skarsneek rubbed the back of his neck before moving to the fallen warriors, took one of their hakama before ripping it to thin shreds and looked for additional ropes as he left Sorae to her questions first.

Then before the informant can escape, or thought too, Skarsneek would come back and immediately bind her ankles first before moving to the thighs, arm, hands and finally, a gag to the mouth made with cloth to prevent the latter from biting her tongue. The way he tied it too was one that was complex, tight, and most of all, embarrassing to look at. As if she was trussed up like a chicken.

[color=ed145b]"Hmm? This? Why question her here when we can go back to the temple and do it."[/color] Skarsneek said, not really caring if Sorae had finished her questions or investigation. He then tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her easily like a hunter bringing back his prey. [color=ed145b]"Besides, your Lord Takeshi probably wants to know this as well. Who knows, maybe after they killed you, they'll frame ya as the traitor or something."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"They also betrayed you, them betraying Takeshi also isn't that far-fetched."[/color] He pointed out before adding more. "[color=ed145b]They could be colluding with Varjan for all we know. So just leave the interrogating to me! I'm somewhat of an expert at it."[/color]

[color=ed145b][i]Well, sort of.[/i][/color] The interrogation he does was...unorthodox but it usually works. 

With that said, Skarsneek swung around and headed outside before giving a sly wink to Atsuha.[color=ed145b] "Good job, let's have some fun when we get back, okay?"[/color]

[color=ed145b]"You too, Hinami, nice work." [/color]Skarsneek raised a hand for her to slap. 

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


[@AzureKnight]

[color=f7941d]"Or desperate, if boss-lady Kyoko is getting this rabble."[/color] He waved his hand and stated his opinion on the matter, wondering just where the other stronger mamono were. 

[@The Irish Tree]

On hearing the fairy comments, Gringor rolled his shoulders. [color=f7941d]"Then come and do it, let's see how strong a git is."[/color]

Still, before he can get a conclusive answer, the fairy flew away. With that, he too continued his own journey, wandering the forest aimlessly as he looked for a clearing.

This grated his patience as the day turned to dark, even with his eyes, it was still dark for him. 

Then he found a clearing but he frowned as he sniffed the air, if the smell was an indication then the torch being lit there wasn't assuring.

Hiding amongst the bushes and shadows, he peered and approached the clearing carefully. Controlling his breath even and laid low, always keeping himself upwind so his scent and pheromones won't be picked up by them.

There was Varjans but dressed in fur clothing instead of the heavy armors, that had him dismissed them since he can take them on. The ones that did took his heavy interest was the fully robe figures. At first, they looked like those sneaky bois but on closer look, they're floating.

[color=f7941d]Shamans? And five of them?[/color] Gringor mused with annoyance, resisting the urge to clicked his tongue at the prospect of dealing with magic. Not to mention the numbers disadvantage.

Thinking on it further, what were they doing here? Are they here to track the sneaky ones as well?

With a cunning realization, he supposed that he can wait until they found them instead. Saves him far more time doing the searching and energy as well while giving him a prime chance to strike them while they're turned away.

So with that, Gringor settled down and stalked his prey. Never getting too close as he picked a rock the size of his fist. At least he might knock one out before they can open their mouth to cast anything.