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Skarsneek of the Red Hill
Moving back down as he looked at the quickly departing girls alongside Shizuka. He shrugged his shoulders at that, well, that's their thing. He'll have to drop by and see what's wrong with them.
Walking onto the road and waving at the Raiju, then he heard their last gosssip and it made him turn to face them.
Winking, he mouthed out silently.
I'm a guy.
Then quickly he left, leaving them with a mystery of the ages. At least it'll be sure to get them to come.
AS they marched down the road, he stuck close to his wife and nodded his head towards them. “You two alright?”
"And also, I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you in time." With a dark look, he clenched his fist. The big pictures were all that mattered, but at that moment, it was undeniable that he had essentially left his wife to fend for herself.
It didn't sit well, with him. Not at all.
“For you, Takeshi? Getting rid of the students helped but you still didn’t learn the technique.” He looked at Takeshi, raising some of his concerns. “Maybe get Shizuka to teach you, he seems familiar with the basics.”
“You’re gonna have to learn how to get the remaining surviving students on your side.” He added, fingers waving and gesturing about. “Every manpower at this point counts, just say that the master got defeated by you and that means you’re better or something.”
“Also, they now know where we’re located. Best either we relocate or start being active in our defense. Wouldn't want to get blindsided again.”
“So I called for some extra help. He should be arriving soon…unless he’s off doing something like rescuing maidens.” Skarsneek added with a snicker before patting Takeshi's arms. “But he’s strong, a little messed up in the head, I can guarantee his strength.”
“Oh don’t worry, he’s not a Mamono, and I think you might find him more in common with Shizuyama. At least…on certain topics.”
—-
Gringor of the Ironhide tribe
Seeing his underboss moving out, Gringor looked towards the remaining Raiju.
“Don’t forget, you follow underboss Takeshi now. Where we go for fighting, you follow.” He lifted his axe one more time before striding off, dragging the thunderstruck Iron Legion with him in one arm alongside his armor while picking up the metal shield up with another. “We stay there.”
He pointed to the general direction of where they came from before quickly following the group.
Now to find how to take the armor and repair it. Gringor idly thought, recalling that other Varjan boi in their camp. He’ll drop by them.
On hearing his underboss talk, he grinned widely.
“Good day, fights was fun!” Slamming his axe against the newly shield he procured. “More fun than fights back home! Can stay here and fight forever!”
“But we’z need more armor, choppa and shamanz.” He said to Takeshi bluntly before tilting his head to the Iron Legion. “Normal Varjan bois, no problem, but them ‘ard bois are.”
“More boiz too.” Before thinking on a moment as Gringor found a solution to their predicament and added. “So we need to strike and take their lootz.”
“We go to their camp, bash their heads in. Take everything, and use it to bash more heads in.”
Skarsneek of the Red Hill
Moving back down as he looked at the quickly departing girls alongside Shizuka. He shrugged his shoulders at that, well, that's their thing. He'll have to drop by and see what's wrong with them.
Walking onto the road and waving at the Raiju, then he heard their last gosssip and it made him turn to face them.
Winking, he mouthed out silently.
I'm a guy.
Then quickly he left, leaving them with a mystery of the ages. At least it'll be sure to get them to come.
AS they marched down the road, he stuck close to his wife and nodded his head towards them. “You two alright?”
"And also, I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you in time." With a dark look, he clenched his fist. The big pictures were all that mattered, but at that moment, it was undeniable that he had essentially left his wife to fend for herself.
It didn't sit well, with him. Not at all.
“For you, Takeshi? Getting rid of the students helped but you still didn’t learn the technique.” He looked at Takeshi, raising some of his concerns. “Maybe get Shizuka to teach you, he seems familiar with the basics.”
“You’re gonna have to learn how to get the remaining surviving students on your side.” He added, fingers waving and gesturing about. “Every manpower at this point counts, just say that the master got defeated by you and that means you’re better or something.”
“Also, they now know where we’re located. Best either we relocate or start being active in our defense. Wouldn't want to get blindsided again.”
“So I called for some extra help. He should be arriving soon…unless he’s off doing something like rescuing maidens.” Skarsneek added with a snicker before patting Takeshi's arms. “But he’s strong, a little messed up in the head, I can guarantee his strength.”
“Oh don’t worry, he’s not a Mamono, and I think you might find him more in common with Shizuyama. At least…on certain topics.”
—-
Gringor of the Ironhide tribe
Seeing his underboss moving out, Gringor looked towards the remaining Raiju.
“Don’t forget, you follow underboss Takeshi now. Where we go for fighting, you follow.” He lifted his axe one more time before striding off, dragging the thunderstruck Iron Legion with him in one arm alongside his armor while picking up the metal shield up with another. “We stay there.”
He pointed to the general direction of where they came from before quickly following the group.
Now to find how to take the armor and repair it. Gringor idly thought, recalling that other Varjan boi in their camp. He’ll drop by them.
On hearing his underboss talk, he grinned widely.
“Good day, fights was fun!” Slamming his axe against the newly shield he procured. “More fun than fights back home! Can stay here and fight forever!”
“But we’z need more armor, choppa and shamanz.” He said to Takeshi bluntly before tilting his head to the Iron Legion. “Normal Varjan bois, no problem, but them ‘ard bois are.”
“More boiz too.” Before thinking on a moment as Gringor found a solution to their predicament and added. “So we need to strike and take their lootz.”
“We go to their camp, bash their heads in. Take everything, and use it to bash more heads in.”