[@PaulHaynek] [color=ed145b][b]Skarsneek of the Red Hill Tribe[/b][/color] He was all ready to truss a lady up before he came back and was treated to a gruesome sight of a lady's head falling off alongside blood spurting outwards. Then a moment later, the headless body fell down to the ground without any fanfare. Skarsneek impassive face looked to the head, then body, and finally Sorae as she had the gall to look ashamed of her actions. Even mentioning that the woman won't talk. Moving normally, Skarsneek tossed the rags to the sides and was about to walk past Sorae but not before he gave a piece of his mind. Slapping her rear far harder than necessary to leave a mark behind and at a purposeful angle meant for a shock right up to the spine. He ran his hands through his hair before letting out a long, exasperated sigh. Veins popping at his arms, fingers tremblings, body tense enough that he shook visibly alongside a reddening face and eyes. [color=ed145b]"She."[/color] Skarsneek's foot twisted as he snapped backward with a finger pointed accusingly to Sorae. [color=ed145b]"Was [i]mine[/i] to do. Not [/color][color=8882be][i]yours[/i][/color]." [color=ed145b]"Your ass owes me one."[/color] He stated, not demanded, as he closed his fist towards her. [color=ed145b]"And I'll have it."[/color] With that, Skarsneek decided to drop that topic. The woman lost her family and children, so he'll excuse it. Heck, he might even do worse if she was in her situation. But that was still breaking his agreement with her and that can't slide. [color=ed145b]"Let's go. Takeshi will definitely want to know this information."[/color] Skarsneek closed his eyes before moving out, not really caring at this point. There were other ways and many more people they can convert over time. [color=ed145b]"Maybe others actually caught someone useful."[/color] Besides, if the local Shizuyamans colluding and undermining their own? That meant they had even less of an advantage than before. Who knows just how much information on defenses, maps, geography, logistics, and important people was exposed. Never mind infiltrators and local support are now questionable at best or outright malignant at worse. [@AzureKnight] As he walked past the sisters, he protectively pulled them away from the sight of the headless body. Not really wanting them to see the grim reality of the situation, this was often the result of the war between Varjans and others so he was experienced in it. He'll have to keep an eye out for the two, Skarsneek can only pray they're made of harder stuff. Oh who's he kidding, wars like this are never easy even on the hardest of people. This is why he hates Varjan and the conflicts they're involved in. --- [color=f7941d][b]Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe[/b][/color] Moving quietly, Gringor watched as the Varjan part failed in locating the target any more than he did. Annoyance built but he pushed it down with an iron clamp. He just needed to wait till they exhaust themselves- [i]Crack.[/i] Gringor eyes twitched as he didn't need to see what he just stepped on, and in these quiet woods, it might as well be loud as a thunder. True enough, the shamans turned around and loose a gout of blue fire towards his general vicinity. Picking speed he quickly dashed towards the sides, rolled and shoved whatever was in his way in an effort to get out of the firing line. Its heat was felt even from afar and he had not interested in testing if his iron-like skin can take it just as well as actual iron can. Hissing and grunting, he struck back by tossing the rock in his hand towards the mage. Hard enough to crack and send someone unconscious as it might as well be launched from a crossbow. Throughout it all, Gringor made an effort to scramble for any large rocks, branches or any object of similar weight that he can toss back. Any normal Varjans that caught it directly would crumble but he doubt it'll do anything against the shamans, adding his annoyance to magic even more. In between, Gringor eyes caught something off. Just barely there as he counted the number of Varjans and true enough, there was less of them than they started. His eyes snapped to one particular guard at the furthest and away from the group, knocked off his feet then pulled into the long grass. [color=f7941d][i]Found you.[/i][/color] Gringor eyes narrowed, finally discovering his quarry. This meant he can finally do what he do best. Adding more to the chaos, Gringor suck in the air and bellowed out like a beast. The very roar echoed forward as Gringor stole their attention completely. Turning to the sides, a swift swing of his axe chopped a thin tree down and it was pushed forward towards the group of Varjans. Charging forward, Gringor knew that there was only a single moment that he has to make it in time. The very earth was dug upwards as his foot bit deeply, leaving an imprint before he went forward. Then leaping upwards to the falling tree, he walked on top of it like it was a balancing log and scaled it forward. Using the falling tree to mask his presence as he closed the distance rapidly between him and the Varjans. Once close enough, he'll leap off from it with his axe raised. Intent on slamming down into the mages at full force and tear them apart with his axe. [color=f7941d][b]"WAAAGH!!!"[/b][/color] Eyes wide and frenzied, Gringor unleashed all his fury forward.