Ryu forces a smile, that looks more like a snarl. "I expected more of you. Surely you should have cut me down by now." Ryu snapped in a sharp tone, regaining his footing. He sprung forward once more, putting his full weight into another attack aimed directly at Grima's stomach.

catmint said
Ryu forces a smile, that looks more like a snarl. "I expected more of you. Surely you should have cut me down by now." Ryu snapped in a sharp tone, regaining his footing. He sprung forward once more, putting his full weight into another attack aimed directly at Grima's stomach.

"Oh, are you eager to die so soon?" Grima says as he counters the blow and knocks Ryu down to the ground with a strong kick to his stomach. He then holds the tip of the sword up to Ryu's neck, grinning.

Ryu gasped sharply, the kick to his stomach making it hard to breath. He tried to shimmy away slightly from the blade, the dirt path staining his hair and clothes. "W-wait!" He cried from fear, eyes pinned to the blade.

catmint said
Ryu gasped sharply, the kick to his stomach making it hard to breath. He tried to shimmy away slightly from the blade, the dirt path staining his hair and clothes. "W-wait!" He cried from fear, eyes pinned to the blade.

"....." Grima holds the blade with a steady hand, but seems...reluctant? Michael then speaks to him. "What's going on? Thought you said anyone that isn't a dragon is garbage." Grima then says both in his head and aloud. "He's a Kumiho...last I checked, dragons have no quarrel with them...this is a waste of my time..." With that, Grima simply sheathes his sword.

Ryu gazes at Grima with a puzzled expression, but wastes no time any scrambling away from him. He climbs to his feet, still tense, but mostly confused. "Why do you keep mumbling to yourself like that?" He says sharply, edging away from Grima.

catmint said
Ryu gazes at Grima with a puzzled expression, but wastes no time any scrambling away from him. He climbs to his feet, still tense, but mostly confused. "Why do you keep mumbling to yourself like that?" He says sharply, edging away from Grima.

"...You're a waste of my time, fox. Come and challenge me again when you're stronger." Grima states as he begins walking down the path towards the camp.

Ryu grumbled under his breath, following Grima. He didn't want to fight again, but Ryu wasn't just going to stand there. The camp was very close by now.

Suddenly, an arrow flies from the brush, barely missing Grima's left shoulder. With a battlecy a young Kumiho leaps down from the trees above, slicing downwards with a sword as the young warriors from the camp charge, jumping from a carefully laid ambush. Their youthful leader is at the front, as Grima is surrounded, finding the point of a blade in every direction and a crossbow aimed at his face from the underbrush. The Kumiho that had jumped from the trees had grabbed onto Grima's back, holding a small blade to the dragon's neck. Their leader spoke. "Trash, huh? I saw my father burnt in front of my eyes by a dragon a few hours ago." The glare coming from the youth was almost physical in it's hatred. "You think you can come over here and say there's 'no quarrel' you piece of crap? I'll cut my quarrel into your guts."

thewizardguy said
Suddenly, an arrow flies from the brush, barely missing Grima's left shoulder. With a battlecy a young Kumiho leaps down from the trees above, slicing downwards with a sword as the young warriors from the camp charge, jumping from a carefully laid ambush. Their youthful leader is at the front, as Grima is surrounded, finding the point of a blade in every direction and a crossbow aimed at his face from the underbrush. The Kumiho that had jumped from the trees had grabbed onto Grima's back, holding a small blade to the dragon's neck. Their leader spoke. "Trash, huh? I saw my father burnt in front of my eyes by a dragon a few hours ago." The glare coming from the youth was almost physical in it's hatred. "You think you can come over here and say there's 'no quarrel' you piece of crap? I'll cut my quarrel into your guts."

Grima looks at the Kumiho's leader calmly, the gaze of his red reptilian-like eyes piercing. "......." Michael speaks to him. "Hmm...ok, we're surrounded, so it looks like we can't really try anything....unless you can create the illusion from before and hope that they're as scared as Ryu is of dragons?" He inquires, his tactical mind working on a strategy already. "It could work...but I doubt their leader would turn tail so quickly. Also, one of them has a dagger to my neck and is on my back. That's the flaw...if only there was some way to iron it out..." Grima responds.

Ryu breathed a sigh of relief after Grima was surrounded. Ryu relaxed slightly, still on guard, and would be until Grima was dead. He glanced around the forest path, before returning his gaze to Grima. "Get it over with already, he has already caused enough trouble." Ryu said with annoyance, wanting to be rid of yet another danger. Although he did have a nagging feeling, thinking of how Grima spared his life.