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Skarsneek of the Red Hill
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.
"Thanks. I would've won still but thanks." 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.
"Hmm? This? Why question her here when we can go back to the temple and do it." 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. "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."
"They also betrayed you, them betraying Takeshi also isn't that far-fetched." He pointed out before adding more. "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."
Well, sort of. 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. "Good job, let's have some fun when we get back, okay?"
"You too, Hinami, nice work." Skarsneek raised a hand for her to slap.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
@AzureKnight
"Or desperate, if boss-lady Kyoko is getting this rabble." 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. "Then come and do it, let's see how strong a git is."
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.
Shamans? And five of them? 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.
Skarsneek of the Red Hill
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.
"Thanks. I would've won still but thanks." 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.
"Hmm? This? Why question her here when we can go back to the temple and do it." 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. "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."
"They also betrayed you, them betraying Takeshi also isn't that far-fetched." He pointed out before adding more. "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."
Well, sort of. 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. "Good job, let's have some fun when we get back, okay?"
"You too, Hinami, nice work." Skarsneek raised a hand for her to slap.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
@AzureKnight
"Or desperate, if boss-lady Kyoko is getting this rabble." 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. "Then come and do it, let's see how strong a git is."
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.
Shamans? And five of them? 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.
@AzureKnight
Skarsneek of the Red Hills
Smiling with lips wide, Skarsneek adjusted his footing as his twirling clubs intercepted the arrows mid-way with the quick strikes swatting them.
With one down swordsman and the last archer out of the way, his eyes glanced at the corner of his vision. Catching the running woman picking a sword from the rack.
That only serve to make him laugh, the idiot was actually going to fight! Saves him the time and energy to keep chasing!
With that in mind, he quickly turned to the last swordsman. He raised his right arm, clubs ready for a wild strike as the swordsman saw it a mile coming.
Then at the last moment, and unbeknownst to the swordsman, Skarsneek left struck like a viper in a blinding thrust. Catching him mid-swing and stopping the attack before it happened.
His right finally descended like a hammer, striking the sword arm and nerve. Forcing the latter to drop his sword.
Yet Skarsneek was not down as he used the latter legs as a foothold, climbing upwards before bringing both clubs down in a chopping motion. All of that, to the neck, cutting off the oxygen and giving enough shock that the swordsman went limp and unconscious.
Kicking off, Skarsneek was not down as he rolled once before going straight for the woman. His shoulders shifted, arms and club swirling around. It gave an appearance of a dance, in turn, masking his strikes.
Skarsneek however, had no intention of such a boorish way to drag the fight. No, he plans to end it immediately to prevent her from running and allowing him to assist his wife. Which was why he planned to dive at the moment she struck. Going right into a grappling battle instead.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide tribe
(Before his continuation of his quest.)
@AzureKnight@Crowvette
"Hmph, you should try enjoying a scrap. It makes you feel alive." He huffed before looking at the Io, the lich moving around him and studying him like a piece of meat. In turn, giving a glance over, he wondered just what the lich can do. "And what spells can you do? Any proper fights you've been?"
A brief flash from a pagoda had him inching towards his weapon before settling down as Ayu quickly welcomed the new reinforcements, though it did little to instill any confidence in him.
@PaulHaynek @Enkryption
One was a fairy, so that put direct combat out and leaves her in the sneaky fights. Sure, he can appreciate an ambush or two but they'll need direct scrap when it matters.
"A puny fairy." He looked massively unimpressed at the diminutive flying fairy, as if looking at a bug.
@The Irish Tree
The other initially gave him some hope, though once she opened her mouth and started talking, Gringor can only stare from a stoic fashion into a deadpan one.
"And a mad boy." Gringor muttered as the two zipped off into their own quest to help out.
He then turned to Shizuka and Io, shaking his head. "We're going to work a lot harder to win."
Skarsneek of the Red Hills
Smiling with lips wide, Skarsneek adjusted his footing as his twirling clubs intercepted the arrows mid-way with the quick strikes swatting them.
With one down swordsman and the last archer out of the way, his eyes glanced at the corner of his vision. Catching the running woman picking a sword from the rack.
That only serve to make him laugh, the idiot was actually going to fight! Saves him the time and energy to keep chasing!
With that in mind, he quickly turned to the last swordsman. He raised his right arm, clubs ready for a wild strike as the swordsman saw it a mile coming.
Then at the last moment, and unbeknownst to the swordsman, Skarsneek left struck like a viper in a blinding thrust. Catching him mid-swing and stopping the attack before it happened.
His right finally descended like a hammer, striking the sword arm and nerve. Forcing the latter to drop his sword.
Yet Skarsneek was not down as he used the latter legs as a foothold, climbing upwards before bringing both clubs down in a chopping motion. All of that, to the neck, cutting off the oxygen and giving enough shock that the swordsman went limp and unconscious.
Kicking off, Skarsneek was not down as he rolled once before going straight for the woman. His shoulders shifted, arms and club swirling around. It gave an appearance of a dance, in turn, masking his strikes.
Skarsneek however, had no intention of such a boorish way to drag the fight. No, he plans to end it immediately to prevent her from running and allowing him to assist his wife. Which was why he planned to dive at the moment she struck. Going right into a grappling battle instead.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide tribe
(Before his continuation of his quest.)
@AzureKnight@Crowvette
"Hmph, you should try enjoying a scrap. It makes you feel alive." He huffed before looking at the Io, the lich moving around him and studying him like a piece of meat. In turn, giving a glance over, he wondered just what the lich can do. "And what spells can you do? Any proper fights you've been?"
A brief flash from a pagoda had him inching towards his weapon before settling down as Ayu quickly welcomed the new reinforcements, though it did little to instill any confidence in him.
@PaulHaynek @Enkryption
One was a fairy, so that put direct combat out and leaves her in the sneaky fights. Sure, he can appreciate an ambush or two but they'll need direct scrap when it matters.
"A puny fairy." He looked massively unimpressed at the diminutive flying fairy, as if looking at a bug.
@The Irish Tree
The other initially gave him some hope, though once she opened her mouth and started talking, Gringor can only stare from a stoic fashion into a deadpan one.
"And a mad boy." Gringor muttered as the two zipped off into their own quest to help out.
He then turned to Shizuka and Io, shaking his head. "We're going to work a lot harder to win."
Skarsneek of the Red Hills
@AzureKnight
Moving like a blur and taking the first one down, Skarsneek didn't even hesitate as he moved to the next one. Twin clubs were already in motion, twirling one as a way to distract while the other shot forward like a snake. Hit the one of the initial trio right in the gut before the other came to the back of the neck, enough force to knock the breath and give a shock down to the spine.
Once that was done, he swirled around to see more coming out from the inn. The one that took his attention the most was the ones at the window.
Snarling, he'll leave the ones swarming out to his wife. All of them bunched up just like that was a prime target.
So instead of retreating, Skarsneek dove forward instead. Knowing full well that he only had moments before the archers start firing.
Once close enough that the archers can't risk shooting their own, Skarsneek then slide with his knees forward and back to the ground. Low enough that he shot past all of them and even going past one between their legs. His clubs batting any spear that attempted to skewer him as quick jabs to the knees, thighs and heels burst outwards when he saw the chance.
A combination that at the very least, get them to slow down or hamstring then enough for a good follow up.
"Now!" Skarsneek yelled before propping his club to propelled him forward for extra range, hoping that Atsuha would be able to trap all of them. Or at least, enough that they're inconsequential. Hinami probably can handle two, same with Atsuha.
As for him? He was diving right into the inn for the archers and that woman, she had no weapons yet still had enough authority to command them. She was either a handmaiden or servant, which meant that she knew something.
Once past the inn doors, Skarsneek dove into one of the archers, his clubs twirling to intersect any arrows before lashing out a brutal strike to the gut first before another follow up to the knees. His senses sharpened to its extreme as he chased the other archer around. Using anything to distract them as he closed the distance quickly.
The moment he's done, Skarsneek begun his chase for the woman. While his nose was now where sharp as that brute of an orc, it was enough that he can track her.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
The journey was quick and quiet as they finally reached the base, idly, Gringor felt a little smug since he managed to actually reach his destination and not fumbled around. After all, he had thought that he had taken a wrong turn somewhere but he pushed that aside. It all worked in his favor.
Though when they arrived, seeing the sight of a battle had him in the thrills, so much so he moved forward with no regard.
@Crowvette@AzureKnight
So it was with utter disappointment that when he reached there, it was already over and done. Sighing, he moved towards Shizuka and Io.
"So was the fight fun?" He questioned with a nod to the Zipangu swordsmen before nothing the new presence and quirked an eyebrow to her. "And who's this?"
For the latter however, she was just greeted with an impossibility since male Mamono don't exist. Yet one was standing here and now, half-naked, toned muscles, dressed with a far too short pants, arms and leg covering that seemed far more suitable for adults of questionable taste bordering on scandalous. Alongside a large axe on one shoulders, the proof of this monstrous trait was seen from the ears and tail swishing to one side similar to that of a wild boar.
"I got the tough boi," Gringor after receiving his answer would point a thumb towards Nobutada, currently conversing with Ayu. "He was tough, tougher than me. But I'm stronger, obviously."
"Also, those tin-can varjan are strong. Three of them come at me before tough boi there took them away from me." He huffed in annoyance, feeling cheated and deprived. It was an actual fight and one that he wanted to kept on going.
"It was fun."
Unbeknownst to him, Shizuka and Io got a glimpse of Gringor's full-on maniacal smile. Enjoying and loving this conflict to the fullest.
@PaulHaynek
When Ayu came, telling them that they can rest, help out the villagers or continue their search. The answer was obvious for Gringor.
"I'll find some more of the bois," He then mentally counted the three other ones, and tossed the axe upwards. The thing flipped once, then twice before it landed into the ground noisily.
Hmm. Gringor frowned, wishing that he had assigned another number instead when he realized that he had to find the sneaky ones. Kageho.
"Bah." Gringor growled, wondering where the vampire assigned to it went. Well, hopefully, this one will give more fight for him.
With that in mind, Gringor wandered around the forest. Looking for any weird or open clearings as Takeshi asked for. Throughout it all, his guard was up but it was still a frustrating event. Hopefully, he can quickly find them on the sheer fact that he's a monster and they try to take him out.
Anything to just alleviate this damn boredom.
@AzureKnight
Moving like a blur and taking the first one down, Skarsneek didn't even hesitate as he moved to the next one. Twin clubs were already in motion, twirling one as a way to distract while the other shot forward like a snake. Hit the one of the initial trio right in the gut before the other came to the back of the neck, enough force to knock the breath and give a shock down to the spine.
Once that was done, he swirled around to see more coming out from the inn. The one that took his attention the most was the ones at the window.
Snarling, he'll leave the ones swarming out to his wife. All of them bunched up just like that was a prime target.
So instead of retreating, Skarsneek dove forward instead. Knowing full well that he only had moments before the archers start firing.
Once close enough that the archers can't risk shooting their own, Skarsneek then slide with his knees forward and back to the ground. Low enough that he shot past all of them and even going past one between their legs. His clubs batting any spear that attempted to skewer him as quick jabs to the knees, thighs and heels burst outwards when he saw the chance.
A combination that at the very least, get them to slow down or hamstring then enough for a good follow up.
"Now!" Skarsneek yelled before propping his club to propelled him forward for extra range, hoping that Atsuha would be able to trap all of them. Or at least, enough that they're inconsequential. Hinami probably can handle two, same with Atsuha.
As for him? He was diving right into the inn for the archers and that woman, she had no weapons yet still had enough authority to command them. She was either a handmaiden or servant, which meant that she knew something.
Once past the inn doors, Skarsneek dove into one of the archers, his clubs twirling to intersect any arrows before lashing out a brutal strike to the gut first before another follow up to the knees. His senses sharpened to its extreme as he chased the other archer around. Using anything to distract them as he closed the distance quickly.
The moment he's done, Skarsneek begun his chase for the woman. While his nose was now where sharp as that brute of an orc, it was enough that he can track her.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
The journey was quick and quiet as they finally reached the base, idly, Gringor felt a little smug since he managed to actually reach his destination and not fumbled around. After all, he had thought that he had taken a wrong turn somewhere but he pushed that aside. It all worked in his favor.
Though when they arrived, seeing the sight of a battle had him in the thrills, so much so he moved forward with no regard.
@Crowvette@AzureKnight
So it was with utter disappointment that when he reached there, it was already over and done. Sighing, he moved towards Shizuka and Io.
"So was the fight fun?" He questioned with a nod to the Zipangu swordsmen before nothing the new presence and quirked an eyebrow to her. "And who's this?"
For the latter however, she was just greeted with an impossibility since male Mamono don't exist. Yet one was standing here and now, half-naked, toned muscles, dressed with a far too short pants, arms and leg covering that seemed far more suitable for adults of questionable taste bordering on scandalous. Alongside a large axe on one shoulders, the proof of this monstrous trait was seen from the ears and tail swishing to one side similar to that of a wild boar.
"I got the tough boi," Gringor after receiving his answer would point a thumb towards Nobutada, currently conversing with Ayu. "He was tough, tougher than me. But I'm stronger, obviously."
"Also, those tin-can varjan are strong. Three of them come at me before tough boi there took them away from me." He huffed in annoyance, feeling cheated and deprived. It was an actual fight and one that he wanted to kept on going.
"It was fun."
Unbeknownst to him, Shizuka and Io got a glimpse of Gringor's full-on maniacal smile. Enjoying and loving this conflict to the fullest.
@PaulHaynek
When Ayu came, telling them that they can rest, help out the villagers or continue their search. The answer was obvious for Gringor.
"I'll find some more of the bois," He then mentally counted the three other ones, and tossed the axe upwards. The thing flipped once, then twice before it landed into the ground noisily.
Hmm. Gringor frowned, wishing that he had assigned another number instead when he realized that he had to find the sneaky ones. Kageho.
"Bah." Gringor growled, wondering where the vampire assigned to it went. Well, hopefully, this one will give more fight for him.
With that in mind, Gringor wandered around the forest. Looking for any weird or open clearings as Takeshi asked for. Throughout it all, his guard was up but it was still a frustrating event. Hopefully, he can quickly find them on the sheer fact that he's a monster and they try to take him out.
Anything to just alleviate this damn boredom.
@AzureKnight
Skarsneek of the Red Hill
After searching thoroughly, they found horse tracks that lead straight to the estate. Seeing those, it was a simple manner of following it back to the origin.
Though the actual journey itself was still lengthy as Skarsneek was on the trail. Sniffing the air occasionally to detect anything unusual but continued the hunt. It seemed that the perpetrators slacked on this or was confident enough that it wiped everyone out.
Then again, they nearly did. Skarsneek idly reminded himself as they headed to the Onrai region.
Heading into the deeper parts of the forest, Skarsneek finally found their clue as they came to a dinky-looking inn at the wayside.
Getting closer, he picked out a conversation occurring and slowed his breath.
Hmm, so they think she's dead? Good. Skarsneek quickly strategized, deducing that the female speaker is probably the one in-charge.
But orders? Did this mean there's still a mastermind behind this?
Doesn't matter, he'll unravel the one responsible by making sure the female gets captured first. The others, he can leave it to fate, Sorae or Hinami.
Maybe not Hinami, on second thought.
His thoughts was broken when Atsuha consulted him on their next move. Speaking low enough that they can't be heard, Skarsneek outlined their plan of action.
"Boffum." He blurted out directly and emphasized with a raised finger. Getting only confusion before he elaborated. "Spells and webs, I'll distract and smack them."
"Make sure they're captured alive. Be a little rough, its fine."
With that, Skarsneek quietly sneaked closer to the trio. His clubs at the ready and carefully, circled around them so that their backs would against Atsuha line of fire. Meanwhile, he was approached them from the other side to hem them in.
Like a panther, Skarsneek dared to get close as he can. Almost closer to arms reached as he hid and clung to any buildings to prevent them from seeing him.
A moment passed, and then, without hesitation, Skarsneek sprung from his spot like a lightning out of the blue. No words or screams, just pure instinct left. Clubs raised upwards for an attack as he aimed to isolate at least one of them. Didn't matter if it were man or woman, he'll fell on them.
---
@PaulHaynek
Gringor of the Ironhide tribe
He gestured to Nobutada to get on with it as the latter led the way into the cellar. Following close-by and ears ready in case any of the Varjan came back for a second round or locked them into the cellar before setting it on fire.
Going deeper into the dark, Gringor eyes adjusted to it quickly and sniffed the air. A twitch of his eyes as he realized something was already off, plenty of humans stuck together underneath a cellar should've left a strong scent.
Yet there was barely any of that.
Even as Nobutada went to search for his brothers, Gringor took a quick look at the cellar that housed supplies. Regratably, it was empty. The Varjans had cleaned it out completely.
That was...annoying. Gringor tapped his head and maintained his wits despite the rising temper and placated it with deep breath.
Just in time for Nobutada to request him to lead the way.
Grunting and hefting his axe, Gringor twisted and quickly marched. Not even looking backwards to see if Nobutada can keep up with him.
His job was done here, he gathered only one but it was the tough one.
His pace set would be a grueling one as he made haste and went right for their meeting point. Only stopping once or twice to cover the tracks and mislead any pursuer should they follow.
Gringor would arrive at the meeting point to see Takeshi and co, assuming nothing happen in the way.
Skarsneek of the Red Hill
After searching thoroughly, they found horse tracks that lead straight to the estate. Seeing those, it was a simple manner of following it back to the origin.
Though the actual journey itself was still lengthy as Skarsneek was on the trail. Sniffing the air occasionally to detect anything unusual but continued the hunt. It seemed that the perpetrators slacked on this or was confident enough that it wiped everyone out.
Then again, they nearly did. Skarsneek idly reminded himself as they headed to the Onrai region.
Heading into the deeper parts of the forest, Skarsneek finally found their clue as they came to a dinky-looking inn at the wayside.
Getting closer, he picked out a conversation occurring and slowed his breath.
Hmm, so they think she's dead? Good. Skarsneek quickly strategized, deducing that the female speaker is probably the one in-charge.
But orders? Did this mean there's still a mastermind behind this?
Doesn't matter, he'll unravel the one responsible by making sure the female gets captured first. The others, he can leave it to fate, Sorae or Hinami.
Maybe not Hinami, on second thought.
His thoughts was broken when Atsuha consulted him on their next move. Speaking low enough that they can't be heard, Skarsneek outlined their plan of action.
"Boffum." He blurted out directly and emphasized with a raised finger. Getting only confusion before he elaborated. "Spells and webs, I'll distract and smack them."
"Make sure they're captured alive. Be a little rough, its fine."
With that, Skarsneek quietly sneaked closer to the trio. His clubs at the ready and carefully, circled around them so that their backs would against Atsuha line of fire. Meanwhile, he was approached them from the other side to hem them in.
Like a panther, Skarsneek dared to get close as he can. Almost closer to arms reached as he hid and clung to any buildings to prevent them from seeing him.
A moment passed, and then, without hesitation, Skarsneek sprung from his spot like a lightning out of the blue. No words or screams, just pure instinct left. Clubs raised upwards for an attack as he aimed to isolate at least one of them. Didn't matter if it were man or woman, he'll fell on them.
---
@PaulHaynek
Gringor of the Ironhide tribe
He gestured to Nobutada to get on with it as the latter led the way into the cellar. Following close-by and ears ready in case any of the Varjan came back for a second round or locked them into the cellar before setting it on fire.
Going deeper into the dark, Gringor eyes adjusted to it quickly and sniffed the air. A twitch of his eyes as he realized something was already off, plenty of humans stuck together underneath a cellar should've left a strong scent.
Yet there was barely any of that.
Even as Nobutada went to search for his brothers, Gringor took a quick look at the cellar that housed supplies. Regratably, it was empty. The Varjans had cleaned it out completely.
That was...annoying. Gringor tapped his head and maintained his wits despite the rising temper and placated it with deep breath.
Just in time for Nobutada to request him to lead the way.
Grunting and hefting his axe, Gringor twisted and quickly marched. Not even looking backwards to see if Nobutada can keep up with him.
His job was done here, he gathered only one but it was the tough one.
His pace set would be a grueling one as he made haste and went right for their meeting point. Only stopping once or twice to cover the tracks and mislead any pursuer should they follow.
Gringor would arrive at the meeting point to see Takeshi and co, assuming nothing happen in the way.
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Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Körbl Meier
Another joined körbl attack as they struck together before his eye widened despite it connecting.
The flesh felt like nothing before, that wasn't surprising, it was the fact that Dr.Novis managed to held the beast jaws in place like it was nothing.
A burning sensation filled him as he quickly jumped away before a literal storm of attacks blurred with one another and indiscriminately as he took his distance. He readied for any opportunity to strike or distract Novis.
Alas, it seemed a futile effort before his comrade deemed that discretion was the better part of valor and summoned a portal.
Briefly, Körbl wondered why didn't they just use that to escape in the first place but he pushed that away and blurred like a flash, joining his comrades and flew through the portal into another safe area.
Landing and sliding on his feet, Körbl looked around cautiously and quickly before deeming it safe. Following Abby closely like a bodyguard, he realized that he had just abandonded his swords just to get out of here. A brief lost and sensation came, recalling all the good and bad times with it. It's final battle where it shattered, alongside the many other companions. The sweat, tears and joy that he shared with them. Gone, and perhaps, lost.
Though thinking on it, while it was memorable and meaningful, it was ultimately still a sword. He can do without it. Crunching his hands, Körbl sighed and moved past it by thumping his chest gently in respect for it.
He was just in time to break out of his thoughts and saw parts of their group flee without them. Leaving spots in his eyes as he just caught the shadows disappearing with Ameliya, Kanata, Julia and who knows whoever.
Looking to his chains and the outside, did this meant he was free?
The air, and looks, it was...nostalgic. Sweet even.
A brief moment, he allowed it.
Then he was back to Körbl, the Blattmeister.
"Miss Abby. Our contract is finished."He then bowed deeply to her and respectfully before tossing the piece of sharp metal to her. Giving her a slight shock as she took several tries to catch it without cutting her hands. Once it did, she would notice just how fragile, sharp and small the piece of shiv was.
Though it was the same shiv that Körbl made a mess out from an entire squadron of highly trained guards and operatives.
But her focus settled on the engravings on it, a phone number. Pressed in with thumbs.
"If you need my protection, or need someone to be taken care of. Call that number. I'll do one job for free." Körbl professionally said before looking to burn Abby's features one last time in his mind. Shame, if he was younger or less dangerous, he can see himself asking her out.
Alas, that was not the life he chose.
He was the blattmeister, an inheritor of the Meier family sword style.
Strength was all he sought.
"Thank you."
And so that was how he shall live.
"And good bye."
Before she could blink, Körbl blurred. Similar to how Katana moves but his was self-taught and forged in a different manner. Completely avoiding the public eyes, cameras, and even phones. Despite his arms still restrained, it prove little to do anything as multiple wallets, a pair of shoes, an unattended coat, and a hat from a sports fan was deprived of their owner, then finally, a small proper knife meant for wood carving meant missing.
Live by the sword.
By the time he reached the exit, Körbl had shaved, cut his hair, and moved towards a quiet area. Find where he was, get into the underground and start his training all over again.
Die by the sword.
A shiver came before his lips parted to reveal a large maniacal smile. Whispering the one hero name that defeated and locked him.
All this time, he hadn't seen the top of the mountain.
Now that he had seen it, the yearning and desire to climb it burned ever brighter.
This time, this time!
I shall win!
Körbl Meier
Another joined körbl attack as they struck together before his eye widened despite it connecting.
The flesh felt like nothing before, that wasn't surprising, it was the fact that Dr.Novis managed to held the beast jaws in place like it was nothing.
A burning sensation filled him as he quickly jumped away before a literal storm of attacks blurred with one another and indiscriminately as he took his distance. He readied for any opportunity to strike or distract Novis.
Alas, it seemed a futile effort before his comrade deemed that discretion was the better part of valor and summoned a portal.
Briefly, Körbl wondered why didn't they just use that to escape in the first place but he pushed that away and blurred like a flash, joining his comrades and flew through the portal into another safe area.
Landing and sliding on his feet, Körbl looked around cautiously and quickly before deeming it safe. Following Abby closely like a bodyguard, he realized that he had just abandonded his swords just to get out of here. A brief lost and sensation came, recalling all the good and bad times with it. It's final battle where it shattered, alongside the many other companions. The sweat, tears and joy that he shared with them. Gone, and perhaps, lost.
Though thinking on it, while it was memorable and meaningful, it was ultimately still a sword. He can do without it. Crunching his hands, Körbl sighed and moved past it by thumping his chest gently in respect for it.
He was just in time to break out of his thoughts and saw parts of their group flee without them. Leaving spots in his eyes as he just caught the shadows disappearing with Ameliya, Kanata, Julia and who knows whoever.
Looking to his chains and the outside, did this meant he was free?
The air, and looks, it was...nostalgic. Sweet even.
A brief moment, he allowed it.
Then he was back to Körbl, the Blattmeister.
"Miss Abby. Our contract is finished."He then bowed deeply to her and respectfully before tossing the piece of sharp metal to her. Giving her a slight shock as she took several tries to catch it without cutting her hands. Once it did, she would notice just how fragile, sharp and small the piece of shiv was.
Though it was the same shiv that Körbl made a mess out from an entire squadron of highly trained guards and operatives.
But her focus settled on the engravings on it, a phone number. Pressed in with thumbs.
"If you need my protection, or need someone to be taken care of. Call that number. I'll do one job for free." Körbl professionally said before looking to burn Abby's features one last time in his mind. Shame, if he was younger or less dangerous, he can see himself asking her out.
Alas, that was not the life he chose.
He was the blattmeister, an inheritor of the Meier family sword style.
Strength was all he sought.
"Thank you."
And so that was how he shall live.
"And good bye."
Before she could blink, Körbl blurred. Similar to how Katana moves but his was self-taught and forged in a different manner. Completely avoiding the public eyes, cameras, and even phones. Despite his arms still restrained, it prove little to do anything as multiple wallets, a pair of shoes, an unattended coat, and a hat from a sports fan was deprived of their owner, then finally, a small proper knife meant for wood carving meant missing.
Live by the sword.
By the time he reached the exit, Körbl had shaved, cut his hair, and moved towards a quiet area. Find where he was, get into the underground and start his training all over again.
Die by the sword.
A shiver came before his lips parted to reveal a large maniacal smile. Whispering the one hero name that defeated and locked him.
All this time, he hadn't seen the top of the mountain.
Now that he had seen it, the yearning and desire to climb it burned ever brighter.
This time, this time!
I shall win!
@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight
Skarsneek of the Red Hill
Hearing that Sorae just acknowledging their help was the best they could get, he supposed.
"Now, now, let's not get too ahead." Skarsneek brushed it off good-naturedly at Sorae words. "That only happens after us getting to know one another better in the stack."
"But sure! It's a deal." He gave a thumbs up before deciding to move and part ways but not before he turned around. "Once this done, don't forget, you meet up with us and help Takeshi. We're gonna need every hand on this."
Turning to Atsuha and her sister, Skarsneek lead the way as he scouted for tracks. If the killers used the ground, it wouldn't be hard but Skarsneek had a sinking suspicion that they have also used trees and whatnot to mask their path.
"Alright, keep an eye out for any tracks and check the trees too. Broken branches, footprints, what not." He paid close attention, not wanting to lose this competition.
Once Skarsneek is on the trail, he'll follow it relentlessly. Using all senses, including scent, to find the killer track.
After all, he had a plan for this killer.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide tribe
His charge, meant to swipe all resistance, was itself swiped as the elites reacted far better in their coordination to tripped him up. His legs stumbled and rolled messily across the floor.
Blood rushed to his head and fury filled his vision as he held the halberd hard enough that his veins showed.
Thankfully, all three of them was blasted away and he felt his ears rung from it. Made worse when the acrid scent of smoke filled his nostrils and he had to held back a cough.
Seeing Nobutada close to taking care of the three, Gringor roared as he jumped towards one of the elite and ruthlessly tackled one elite to the ground before he pummeled him with his bare first. By the time his third blow came, the Elite was knocked out.
Yet this didn't deterred Gringor as he moved onto the next. Joined by Nobutada who they then proceed to clean up all of the remaining elites.
When the coast was clear, the thrumming heat of battle left and just left Gringor with an unsatisfying taste of victory. It was hardly one that he was proud of and felt more like a fool.
But that if those were merely elites, then perhaps the commanders must be much stronger. Similar to that ponce he fought at the early stages of the beach. That lifted his spirits, more exciting fight to come.
His thoughts were broken when Nobutada addressed him and his intentions.
"Gringor, Ironhide tribe." He looked around and went back for his axe, the demonic silver weapon fashioned after a simple but crude axe, the familiar feeling returning to his hands as he inspected the weapon once. "Heard there was a big scrap, so I came."
"Your warboss got captured like a git, so your underboss, Takeshi, is going for another round." Gringor rested the axe against his shoulders and turned to Nobutada. "Sent me here to collect the leftover bois, said you're the toughest."
He then looked at the damage and prodigious strength, it certainly lived up to the description. Thoughts of clashing against it also came and he smiled wickedly at that.
He'll shelve that urge to set the record straight for being the toughest later. They needed to round up everyone and can't afford to waste time. "He also said he can't some because he's dressed as a maiko? Miko? Don't know what he meant by that."
"So, you coming with your bois? Or do I got to crack all of your heads before we go?" Gringor gestured with a thumb to the general direction of their meeting point.
Skarsneek of the Red Hill
Hearing that Sorae just acknowledging their help was the best they could get, he supposed.
"Now, now, let's not get too ahead." Skarsneek brushed it off good-naturedly at Sorae words. "That only happens after us getting to know one another better in the stack."
"But sure! It's a deal." He gave a thumbs up before deciding to move and part ways but not before he turned around. "Once this done, don't forget, you meet up with us and help Takeshi. We're gonna need every hand on this."
Turning to Atsuha and her sister, Skarsneek lead the way as he scouted for tracks. If the killers used the ground, it wouldn't be hard but Skarsneek had a sinking suspicion that they have also used trees and whatnot to mask their path.
"Alright, keep an eye out for any tracks and check the trees too. Broken branches, footprints, what not." He paid close attention, not wanting to lose this competition.
Once Skarsneek is on the trail, he'll follow it relentlessly. Using all senses, including scent, to find the killer track.
After all, he had a plan for this killer.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide tribe
His charge, meant to swipe all resistance, was itself swiped as the elites reacted far better in their coordination to tripped him up. His legs stumbled and rolled messily across the floor.
Blood rushed to his head and fury filled his vision as he held the halberd hard enough that his veins showed.
Thankfully, all three of them was blasted away and he felt his ears rung from it. Made worse when the acrid scent of smoke filled his nostrils and he had to held back a cough.
Seeing Nobutada close to taking care of the three, Gringor roared as he jumped towards one of the elite and ruthlessly tackled one elite to the ground before he pummeled him with his bare first. By the time his third blow came, the Elite was knocked out.
Yet this didn't deterred Gringor as he moved onto the next. Joined by Nobutada who they then proceed to clean up all of the remaining elites.
When the coast was clear, the thrumming heat of battle left and just left Gringor with an unsatisfying taste of victory. It was hardly one that he was proud of and felt more like a fool.
But that if those were merely elites, then perhaps the commanders must be much stronger. Similar to that ponce he fought at the early stages of the beach. That lifted his spirits, more exciting fight to come.
His thoughts were broken when Nobutada addressed him and his intentions.
"Gringor, Ironhide tribe." He looked around and went back for his axe, the demonic silver weapon fashioned after a simple but crude axe, the familiar feeling returning to his hands as he inspected the weapon once. "Heard there was a big scrap, so I came."
"Your warboss got captured like a git, so your underboss, Takeshi, is going for another round." Gringor rested the axe against his shoulders and turned to Nobutada. "Sent me here to collect the leftover bois, said you're the toughest."
He then looked at the damage and prodigious strength, it certainly lived up to the description. Thoughts of clashing against it also came and he smiled wickedly at that.
He'll shelve that urge to set the record straight for being the toughest later. They needed to round up everyone and can't afford to waste time. "He also said he can't some because he's dressed as a maiko? Miko? Don't know what he meant by that."
"So, you coming with your bois? Or do I got to crack all of your heads before we go?" Gringor gestured with a thumb to the general direction of their meeting point.
@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight@FrogRFlowR
Skarsneek of the Red Hills
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully at her words, though clearly not appreciative of her answer.
Who knows what will happen if he just leave her be.
No, perhaps he'll try one again.
"Hmph, you don't need to ask for our help or accept it." Skarsneek waved before grinning. "We'll just follow you and do what we want!"
"Like you said, you don't want to involve others but it's our job to be involved in this. Shizuyaman affairs or not." He said without any shame then, a much more different tone that he’s been using as Skarsneek honestly said what he felt and thumped his chest proudly."Besides, letting a lovely lady go into danger isn't my style. What might my parents say if lil Skar didn't do the right thing because someone said no?"
And if she makes a run for it he was a pretty good tracker himself. Comes with escaping and hiding, he was pretty confident he can track her down at least.
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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
Before he could snag the knight, the latter let go of his weapon before rolling away. Grabbing the fallen weapons in his hand easily before coming back to face him.
Then without a word, two more of those elites came in. Wielding the same halberd that he liberated in his hand, he twirled it once before taking his stance. Lowered for a thrust as his eyes studied each of them, shifting to the sides before standing still, then quickly shifting again.
After a moment, Gringor charged forward with the halberd in hand. This time, instead of anything fancy, a single thrust was aimed for the dual-wielding axe elite that it blurred.
Gringor aimed to skewer for the knight and his armor as he added additional momentum by twisting his hips. If the other knights decide to do anything else, Gringor will used brute strength to batter them off with the halberd and take his distance back. Not taking any risk as he took a comfortable pace of stabbing and slamming the elite counter-attack with their halberd while ensuring he's constantly pushing at them.
The rage build up within and he forced it instead into his strikes, lending more power in each blow.
Skarsneek of the Red Hills
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully at her words, though clearly not appreciative of her answer.
Who knows what will happen if he just leave her be.
No, perhaps he'll try one again.
"Hmph, you don't need to ask for our help or accept it." Skarsneek waved before grinning. "We'll just follow you and do what we want!"
"Like you said, you don't want to involve others but it's our job to be involved in this. Shizuyaman affairs or not." He said without any shame then, a much more different tone that he’s been using as Skarsneek honestly said what he felt and thumped his chest proudly."Besides, letting a lovely lady go into danger isn't my style. What might my parents say if lil Skar didn't do the right thing because someone said no?"
And if she makes a run for it he was a pretty good tracker himself. Comes with escaping and hiding, he was pretty confident he can track her down at least.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
Before he could snag the knight, the latter let go of his weapon before rolling away. Grabbing the fallen weapons in his hand easily before coming back to face him.
Then without a word, two more of those elites came in. Wielding the same halberd that he liberated in his hand, he twirled it once before taking his stance. Lowered for a thrust as his eyes studied each of them, shifting to the sides before standing still, then quickly shifting again.
After a moment, Gringor charged forward with the halberd in hand. This time, instead of anything fancy, a single thrust was aimed for the dual-wielding axe elite that it blurred.
Gringor aimed to skewer for the knight and his armor as he added additional momentum by twisting his hips. If the other knights decide to do anything else, Gringor will used brute strength to batter them off with the halberd and take his distance back. Not taking any risk as he took a comfortable pace of stabbing and slamming the elite counter-attack with their halberd while ensuring he's constantly pushing at them.
The rage build up within and he forced it instead into his strikes, lending more power in each blow.
@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight@FrogRFlowR
Skarsneek of the Red Hills
"Hmm..." Skarsneek stroke his chin and scrunch his face in thought after Sorae laid her answer to them, it seemed reasonable but hardly efficient. If she dies in the process then all their work would go down the drain and in a worse scenario.
Yet they can't leave traitors behind their lines now, can they? They'll do as much damage to their fight as the Varjans do in the front line.
"How about we help you out? You could always use a couple of distractions," Skarsneek gestured with a thumb to where Tomi would be napping. "They know there's a dragon but they don't know that you live."
"And if they don't know that you live, they got a nasty surprise!" Skarsneek grinned mischievously before dropping that act. "But honestly, I doubt your lord Taka is going to let you do this alone and I'm sure he'll definitely ask to come along to help which prob has us getting involved too."
"Besides...if the Varjans are involved," Skarsneek smiled but it was strained at the sides, as he had to restrain the filling rage surging out. "Then I can't in good conscious just leave it now, can I?"
"But that's just my thinking, feel free to use our help even as meat targets." He ended and dusted his hands dramatically before shrugging to Sorae, accepting whatever her decision is.
Though he wondered what exactly should they do, the day was still long after all.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
The rush of his weapon being diverted forcefully snapped his attention completely before that was brutally paid with a backhand, it barely moved his neck but the sheer surprise shocked him more than the damage. Enabling an axe swung downwards and slammed into his arm, striking a nerve that involuntary shook his grip out of reflex.
In a single motion, the Elite rammed his weapon right towards his torso, failing to even break skin but the force was enough to start pushing him backwards into a wall and further away from his weapon.
This
Gringor grimace turned into a feral smile as the pounding in his head got louder and louder. Eyes seeing red at the corner of his eyes as he gripped below the halberd axe, forced it to the sides by sheer power and strength.
Was fun!
A single lash of his kick aimed dead center at one of the Varjan warriors with a shield and arrested their charge completely. When the elite pulled their weapon back, Gringor strained and jerked backwards for a heartbeat before he let go of, turning the strength against the former overstretched his retreat, leaving the last shielded warrior to Gringor.
An opportunity that the high orc did not miss as he pummeled downwards with a hammer blow, the fist sending the shield downwards and leaving the warrior exposed for a brief moment.
Gringor shoulder shook once and a blurring fist crushed right into the Varjan chin, its impact sending him off his feet and straight to the brain. Rattling it and no doubt, enough to knock the man clean.
But that was not enough, Gringor grabbed the mans leg much to the Varjans shock. Twisted his foot as he spun around once, and tossed the man's unconscious body like a sack of potatoes right towards the last remaining shield warrior.
The moment it left his hand, Gringor charged forward hard enough to leave an imprint of his foot onto the prayer hall floor as an animalistic roar bellowed out from him. Shaking the prayer halls and throat as the shine of his eyes looked like a demon from the prayer candle.
Gringor's eyes was peeled as he readied to snatched the halberd with his hands and slide all the way downward into grappling range.
Skarsneek of the Red Hills
"Hmm..." Skarsneek stroke his chin and scrunch his face in thought after Sorae laid her answer to them, it seemed reasonable but hardly efficient. If she dies in the process then all their work would go down the drain and in a worse scenario.
Yet they can't leave traitors behind their lines now, can they? They'll do as much damage to their fight as the Varjans do in the front line.
"How about we help you out? You could always use a couple of distractions," Skarsneek gestured with a thumb to where Tomi would be napping. "They know there's a dragon but they don't know that you live."
"And if they don't know that you live, they got a nasty surprise!" Skarsneek grinned mischievously before dropping that act. "But honestly, I doubt your lord Taka is going to let you do this alone and I'm sure he'll definitely ask to come along to help which prob has us getting involved too."
"Besides...if the Varjans are involved," Skarsneek smiled but it was strained at the sides, as he had to restrain the filling rage surging out. "Then I can't in good conscious just leave it now, can I?"
"But that's just my thinking, feel free to use our help even as meat targets." He ended and dusted his hands dramatically before shrugging to Sorae, accepting whatever her decision is.
Though he wondered what exactly should they do, the day was still long after all.
---
Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
The rush of his weapon being diverted forcefully snapped his attention completely before that was brutally paid with a backhand, it barely moved his neck but the sheer surprise shocked him more than the damage. Enabling an axe swung downwards and slammed into his arm, striking a nerve that involuntary shook his grip out of reflex.
In a single motion, the Elite rammed his weapon right towards his torso, failing to even break skin but the force was enough to start pushing him backwards into a wall and further away from his weapon.
This
Gringor grimace turned into a feral smile as the pounding in his head got louder and louder. Eyes seeing red at the corner of his eyes as he gripped below the halberd axe, forced it to the sides by sheer power and strength.
Was fun!
A single lash of his kick aimed dead center at one of the Varjan warriors with a shield and arrested their charge completely. When the elite pulled their weapon back, Gringor strained and jerked backwards for a heartbeat before he let go of, turning the strength against the former overstretched his retreat, leaving the last shielded warrior to Gringor.
An opportunity that the high orc did not miss as he pummeled downwards with a hammer blow, the fist sending the shield downwards and leaving the warrior exposed for a brief moment.
Gringor shoulder shook once and a blurring fist crushed right into the Varjan chin, its impact sending him off his feet and straight to the brain. Rattling it and no doubt, enough to knock the man clean.
But that was not enough, Gringor grabbed the mans leg much to the Varjans shock. Twisted his foot as he spun around once, and tossed the man's unconscious body like a sack of potatoes right towards the last remaining shield warrior.
The moment it left his hand, Gringor charged forward hard enough to leave an imprint of his foot onto the prayer hall floor as an animalistic roar bellowed out from him. Shaking the prayer halls and throat as the shine of his eyes looked like a demon from the prayer candle.
Gringor's eyes was peeled as he readied to snatched the halberd with his hands and slide all the way downward into grappling range.
@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight@FrogRFlowR
Skarsneek of the Red Hill
The tense moment was shattered when Tomi suddenly decide to then set a building on fire while roaring. It's flames hot enough to melt whatever cinders that were left before she looked to calm down much more by remarking to get this over with so she can take a nap.
Resisting the urge to sigh and roll his eyes, Skarsneek just kept his attention on Sorae.
Hearing what happened as they moved to somewhere quieter, Skarsneek sat crosslegged across Sorae, keeping a close distance to the Hangai sisters protectively.
Once they were seated and ready, Skarsneek went to the point for Sorae questions.
"Your forces got totaled. Only a handful survived. Takeshi man is trying to rally what's left together to continue fighting. That includes you." He waved his hand to the sides nonchalantly but he suppressed the annoyance for now. The clan was supposed to be here was pretty much reduced to one. So that put a damper on things. "As to his father, ain't got a clue. We know he might be taken by the Varjans and kept alive but aside from that, no one else that fought in the beach made it."
"Well, aside from that Roku guy. Turned into a mamono undead and came back for more. Got to love that kind of tenacity." Skarsneek grinned, appreciating the slight irony of a person that hated mamono becoming one.
"But yea, I usually don't pry but considering the desperate situation, I got to ask," Skarsneek adjusted himself and one of his arms rested on his club. "You said something about traitors and assassins being sent? You got any ideas who they are or suspect at least?"
Bad enough they're already fighting a losing war, it's worse if they don't solve the internal problems quickly.
Besides, he knows a few ways to turn those traitors into their side. Especially if some are on the fairer sex. Skarsneek leered at that thought.
---
@PaulHaynek
Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
Gringor felt the rush in his blood as they plow through the Varjan in their way, all the while smiling as he caught Nobutada showing that he was indeed living to his description. Seeing how things just bounced off or outright shatter against his frame, putting his own Ironhide tribe moniker to the test. It certainly made Gringor even more eager to test Nobutada out.
For now, he directed his ire into the Varjans, slamming and cutting them with his demon silver axe. Draining them of energy and feeling it empower his own.
Soon, Nobutada broke down a door, leading to a large statue and candles lit everywhere around it. It felt like those sacred places where shamans do their rituals to the elemental spirits though those often involved more than just prayers.
Fanning out and being tasked to hold this place, Gringor only saluted Nobutada with a hefty smack of his fist to the chest.
Even as Nobutada left, Gringor was soon occupied new enemies. Two of them carried broad and axe but the one proved to be the most interesting one for him. A man that wielded a halberd and dressed in a much fancier armor.
He cracked his neck, readied himself like a bull ready for a charge before diving forward into the halberd wielding foe. A side-sweep with his axe, blazing at a breakneck pace.
But Gringor had other plans, whether it hit or miss. He would dash off to the sides, and bore right into one of the other axe and shield Varjan warrior instead.
Letting out a howl loud enough to pierce one bones, Gringor aimed to smash both shield and foe together in a single strike. His axe going far past the opponent and close enough that even if the shield caught the axe head, the strength behind would send him flying.
He wanted to savor this fight, and these extras weren't needed.
Skarsneek of the Red Hill
The tense moment was shattered when Tomi suddenly decide to then set a building on fire while roaring. It's flames hot enough to melt whatever cinders that were left before she looked to calm down much more by remarking to get this over with so she can take a nap.
Resisting the urge to sigh and roll his eyes, Skarsneek just kept his attention on Sorae.
Hearing what happened as they moved to somewhere quieter, Skarsneek sat crosslegged across Sorae, keeping a close distance to the Hangai sisters protectively.
Once they were seated and ready, Skarsneek went to the point for Sorae questions.
"Your forces got totaled. Only a handful survived. Takeshi man is trying to rally what's left together to continue fighting. That includes you." He waved his hand to the sides nonchalantly but he suppressed the annoyance for now. The clan was supposed to be here was pretty much reduced to one. So that put a damper on things. "As to his father, ain't got a clue. We know he might be taken by the Varjans and kept alive but aside from that, no one else that fought in the beach made it."
"Well, aside from that Roku guy. Turned into a mamono undead and came back for more. Got to love that kind of tenacity." Skarsneek grinned, appreciating the slight irony of a person that hated mamono becoming one.
"But yea, I usually don't pry but considering the desperate situation, I got to ask," Skarsneek adjusted himself and one of his arms rested on his club. "You said something about traitors and assassins being sent? You got any ideas who they are or suspect at least?"
Bad enough they're already fighting a losing war, it's worse if they don't solve the internal problems quickly.
Besides, he knows a few ways to turn those traitors into their side. Especially if some are on the fairer sex. Skarsneek leered at that thought.
---
@PaulHaynek
Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe
Gringor felt the rush in his blood as they plow through the Varjan in their way, all the while smiling as he caught Nobutada showing that he was indeed living to his description. Seeing how things just bounced off or outright shatter against his frame, putting his own Ironhide tribe moniker to the test. It certainly made Gringor even more eager to test Nobutada out.
For now, he directed his ire into the Varjans, slamming and cutting them with his demon silver axe. Draining them of energy and feeling it empower his own.
Soon, Nobutada broke down a door, leading to a large statue and candles lit everywhere around it. It felt like those sacred places where shamans do their rituals to the elemental spirits though those often involved more than just prayers.
Fanning out and being tasked to hold this place, Gringor only saluted Nobutada with a hefty smack of his fist to the chest.
Even as Nobutada left, Gringor was soon occupied new enemies. Two of them carried broad and axe but the one proved to be the most interesting one for him. A man that wielded a halberd and dressed in a much fancier armor.
He cracked his neck, readied himself like a bull ready for a charge before diving forward into the halberd wielding foe. A side-sweep with his axe, blazing at a breakneck pace.
But Gringor had other plans, whether it hit or miss. He would dash off to the sides, and bore right into one of the other axe and shield Varjan warrior instead.
Letting out a howl loud enough to pierce one bones, Gringor aimed to smash both shield and foe together in a single strike. His axe going far past the opponent and close enough that even if the shield caught the axe head, the strength behind would send him flying.
He wanted to savor this fight, and these extras weren't needed.
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