[@AzureKnight][@Enkryption][@PaulHaynek][@The Irish Tree][@Rezod92] [@Crowvette]

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

Flicking a rude gesture to the man, he whizzed past Takeshi.

[color=ed145b]“Good luck!”[/color] Passing the man  as he had faith in  him to win. 

Though his entire focus turned to helping Io first as she was the one most in peril, and he feared he won’t make it in time.

At least, right up till a few familiar faces appeared as they assisted her.

His mind whirled, adjusted and plotted anew. Strategies revised discarded before he switched targets.

Assisting the sisters, he weaved through the rain easily as it covered his silhouette. Making him hard to see even with the fiery red hair that he has.

Seeing Atsuha being slashed alongside with Hinami made him saw red that he nearly missed the oncoming spell.

Seeing the stampede, Skarsneek eyes widened before he dove deeper. Heedless of the increased speed as he moved alongside the herd of bovine.

Completely hidden.

That when parts of the student of heavenly strike moved out of the way, Skarsneek ambushed them midstep.

His staff already split into two, brain working overtime as he had seen the technique a few times.

A technique that had godlike speed. 

One that required two feet planted solidly for maximum strength.

He launched one staff right where the student other leg would land, aiming to disrupt the student footing.

In the muddy, raining fields and obstacles that would made them stumble?

Skarsneek had no intention of even letting them pull it off.


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[color=fff200][b]Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe[/b][/color]

Gringor grinned voraciously, making the split in his mouth wider as blood trickled down and mixed against the beating rain.

Licking it, the pheromones in the air now hung like a cloud. Muted in helping the others due to the rain.

But for Gringor, it was the peak of strength as he was completely in the zone now.

Seeing the Iron Grinder Leader backed off, it didn’t escape his eyes the small limp that was made.

Immediately, like a tiger pouncing on its prey. Gringor rushed forward. Using his axe superior range to batter on the shield, forcing his opponent to either give way or make his limp worse.

He circled around as well, forcing the man to turn around at this barrage of strikes.

Then just when it got to a settling rhythm, Gringor feigned his direction before charging forward. Shoulders first and rammed against the shield, his armor adding to his weight.

All of that, to set up for one colossal downward strike aimed to hook the shield down as Gringor left fist tightened for a haymaker.