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Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek

Happy early birthday wishes then.

No worries about the updates and delay, just take your time and sort your RL stuff first.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@Rezod92@Nakushita

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

Looking at the fisherman, who seem resigned and thus, not going through his decision. Skarsneek lowered his shoulders even as he continued to have Kalaj held upwards.

"Well, if you say so." Skarsneek said before he slung Kalaj over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Frankly, he'll ditch Kalaj into the river if he was alone but he can prob get some use from that sturdy armor of his. They'll need all the resource they can get.

Before leaving, he stopped at the fishermen's side. "You're a coward."

"But you survive." Skarsneek pointed out, after all, one can't do anything when they're dead. Most of the time. "Survive, and live for others."

With that, Skarsneek left him behind and walked away. Mood already soured from this.

Though with this, it meant that at least lodging and a village was technically free. The colder side of him echoed.

"Right," He rubbed the back of his head as he sorted things out and spoke aloud. "This village can be used, we just need some patrols and manpower. Tear down the walls, scavenge whatever equipment and resource available. Get some food and fresh water, move anyone who wants in. I'll have so much to do for Takeshi-"

"What, this piece of shit?" Skarsneek answered if someone asked what he planned to do with Kalaj. "Dismantle his armor that he's so proud of and turn him into a prisoner. Should make it fun. Might even ask him to dig a grave before I bury him."

"Keep a close eye on that map, maybe Takeshi or someone in the village would know something about it." He motioned his hand to Yuki and a nod of his head.

For Skarsneek, he was heading home. Hopefully he can make it in time for helping his wife.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Seeing the warrior didn't fell for it and hitting air, Gringor had snarled between gritted teeth as he was once again interrupted. One charged at him recklessly and was ready to swat him aside before another slashed occurred.

This time, Gringor felt it. Not the pain, rather, the speed and timing.

A blink of an eye, but it was still enough for him to judge the time.

He barely even noticed the armored kicks, it might as well be as effective as mittens filled with cottons as the blow rained on him.

So with a sharp hammer blow, he rang the varjan warrior that held him down right in the temple. Shaking him down to the spine before feeling the body go slack to unconsciousness. One stomp came, a flash of a hand to catcher before simply pushing it back like a adult to a child, sending the warrior tumbling down but not letting go.

The other came and Gringor swung the other like a doll to crash into the former, arcing around once and then twice before he finally stood up leisurely. A ring of men down, injured or out cold before he finally let go of the improvised human weapon. Imprint of his hand left behind deeply as it swell to a blue and black color.

With the nuisance taken care of, he reached for his weapon and gestured for another round. Then he charged.

This time, he used everything. Nose, sight, sound and feel. Eyes focused on the warrior.

Raising his weapon for a downward strike, Gringor will commit to it this time. Not taking any unnecessary wild swings as he changed his way of fighting. A much more conservative way as he aimed for positioning. Making sure the rest of the other warriors are in his sight as well even as he focused on the lone one. He wanted to enjoy this fight.

If the Shizuyaman warrior dodges, then he'll continue and advance till he pressed the former into the cliff walls.

Roll away, he'll reset his positioning and follow

Parry, then Gringor will slide his weapon and fist forward for a counter attack.

Block, and he'll overpower.

Attack or counter-attack without that flashy thing, then it'll be a dual exchange.

Attack with the flashy thing-

Gringor will slide backward, weapons raised and to block it desperately. The timing was already there, and he can roughly feel it. Something that was born from sheer fighting experience.

Jianghu: Age After War

@OwO

Xiao Shan

Waiting for the shoe to drop, she gulped it all in a single motion. The stinging sensation burned her mouth and she forced droplets of the liquid she's drinking from her fingers as a precaution.

Yet the worse never came, which only furthered confused and frightened her. Was it that subtle of a poison that it'll taste like mere wine before it hit? Indeed, it was an insidious and ingenious design of the Tang clan. It didn't take long for her to finish as she wiped her exposed mouth.

She was then treated to Yuying downing her two jars with no effort before she implied what it really was. Leaving Xiao Shan to blink owlishly at that.

Did she really just drank wine then?

"...Oh." She stand there awkwardly, glanced towards the empty jar, and rubbed the back of her head before tossing the jar aside nonchalantly.

A little regret came as she couldn't sample or taste any of the good stuff then. She had just let it slide down her throat "Can I have one more jar then?"

Moving past that as Yuying agreed to follow her, the latter saw the vial explode into a puff of smoke that Yuying drew somewhere from her outfit before the odd sensation of being kicked in the face by a horse followed. So much so that she reached out for her nose instinctively to feel for damage.

Should she say something about the palanquin and servants?

Nah, they'll be fine. It is not like they're guilty free either, let them stew for a bit longer until she meets the magistrate. Honestly though, Xiao Shan doesn't even recall if it's the magistrate that wants her from the wanted poster.

Still, she done her part and now, it was time to get paid. Just another day's work as a first-rate warrior of the Broken Mountain Sect.

"So, any ideas why you're wanted by the magistrate?" Xiao Shan asked as they traveled, not really in a hurry and she was curious about why they called her the mad woman. So far, she seems more literal and odd than mad. "Also, aren't the Tang a close-knit group? Seems odd to see one out in the middle of nowhere."

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

But yeah, in case anyone missed the subtext, Skarsneek is basically asking the widower man to drown Kalaj by holding his head down.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@Rezod92@Nakushita

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

Seeing naught but ashes, it didn't comfort him at all as he looked around until the man finally arrived.

The next few moment had Skarsneek grimaced like he had bitten a lemon, then his face flushed with anger as he quietly looked at the man smacking the thickly armored opponent. Then seeing Kerry gave a football kick, Skarsneek hoped that it didn't kill him or knocked out.

No no no, it wouldn't do after all if the person was unconscious for what HE will do.

Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, Skarsneek stepped in. "You're all doing this wrong."

Moving towards Kalaj then gently but firmly pushing the man away with the axe, Skarsneek started to drag Kalaj around. His strength allowed him to do so with some difficulty.

"You see, his armor protects from most blunt force. An axe isn't going to do much unless you hit it right in the eye or joints like the back of the knee and elbows." He explained as he continued on. Ensuring that Kalaj didn't see where he was going as Skarsneek looked at the grief-stricken man and nodded towards him to follow for some payback. "It'll still take some time to get past all that metal though."

Then roughly rolling Kalaj so he was face first into the ground, the latter was finally greeted with a splash of water, mud and the edge of the river. Skarsneek continued on as he held Kalaj by the arms now to prevent him from struggling out of it, water slowly coming higher to Skarsneek foot and then knees.

"But funny thing. It doesn't even take a foot of water to properly drown someone." Skarsneek promptly used his legs to grind onto Kalaj's armor, pinning it firmly onto the ground and enough of a distance for the man to still breathe erratically by tilting his neck backward.

Skarsneek turned to the widower and then to Kalaj head.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Steadying his breath as Gringor raised his weapon with gusto, eyes wide and readied to react to the attack as it came down to an exchange.

A moment passed before he blinked for a moment-

Then pain, just pain struck and flared from the side of his body like a hammer. Narrow, concentrated and precise.

It didn't brought him down, yet Gringor eyes flared and turned bloodshot.

He didn't see it.

Skidding backward on his feet, hunched forward as he breathed hard more from shock than pain.

He didn't see it.

Gringor barely noticed the rapidly approaching enemies as he touched the area where he was struck.

Then with a fierce smile and a single arm, he swung once in a wide arc when the zealots was close enough. Aiming to catch all four of them at once.

This time, instead of simply letting their spirit energy drain. He directed and take all of the energy for himself. Granting himself a little second wind as he stood upright again.

Turning his back and swirling around towards the one he challenged, Gringor charged forwards, fast and hard as he left an imprint on the ground. Axe in one hand and fist in another, Gringor purposefully left a wide opening of his right side from where the axe would come.

Then at the last moment, should the swordsman go for it. He'll lash out with a brutal and short front kick aimed right for the hips rather than chest.

Heir to the Maou

@EmmaZ@Saiyan

Gunthar

Gunthar continued his rhythmically strikes until a crashing noise in front of him rung, instinctively, he raised both arms and pick upwards to prevent the cave-in. He alone was fine but with others...

The crushing weight didn't came as he slowly looked around in the dark, and then only noticing the light in front him.

But there was no one acting as light.

So where was the light coming from?

Engrossed in those thoughts, Gunthar barely noticed as the other two walked past him and explore the front. Taking slow steps behind, Gunthar looked around and realized it was a cave system.

It certainly was a good day then, his wish actually came true. Something different, caves are fun and since he found it, he can keep going through it without any problem from the guards. At least until they lay the tracks, then it'll be the same boring path.

So deep in his thoughts, he didn't realize Talia brushed her fingers against the floating light of orb.

When it happened, the wind swirled despite it being indoors, and worse, the ball of light began to destabilize. The voice that filled the air only served to add confusion as Gunthar placed himself between the light. Careful to not let anything happen to those behind him.

As it was, when the light turned into a Satir instead, it left him speechless as he stared at her for a moment before she awkwardly stumbled and fell into the ground.

A moment hung between them before Gunthar made the first move, footstep careful as he nudged the purple Satir gently before scooping her up like a child. Being much careful as he turned towards the others with a nod.

"Take care." He said and raised the satir to Talia, figuring that it was best she take care of her.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Enkryption

That'll be in the dice god hands then.

Hopefully him coming in the bright day light makes them think he's an idiot and underestimate him.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Even if it's a camp fight, the geography means there's only one path (Unless I'm wrong.) and it's limited enough that at worse, even though Gringor will hate it, he can run away and can't get flank.

Gringor was built for dueling and fighting against groups of mobs. So this is his field.

I initially thought of sneaking but that's honestly not going to work.

Granted, I prob should have Gringor waited till its night time for the duel but what done is done.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek

Basically, Gringor is asking for a stand off (Ghost of Tsushima mechanic, for those who don't know.).

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@Rezod92

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

Skarsneek panted, sweat dripping and wetting his hair as he rubbed it away from getting into his eyes. Seeing the defeated form of his opponent, it took an agonizing amount of restraint to just not kick him into the river.

"I'm fine, it grazed me but it didn't take much." He used his club to prop himself up. Well, this idea of getting new homes better be paying off...

Then hearing that there's no one else in the house besides Varjan, that had a chilling realization as Skarsneek gritted his teeth.

Looking towards the large bonfire, he quietly moved there and used his club to shove away the burning debris. Hoping that he was wrong and that they had fled instead.

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Gringor of the Ironhide tribe

Moving upwards, Gringor climbed the gentle slope lazily. Opting to stay out of sight as he looked towards the camp based on the small plateau.

Hmm. Tapping his axe, he saw the five of the warriors that the mad hatter brought back. Seeing them and feeling the raised hair on his nape. His guts told him enough, and it was the same when he fought those tough halberd soldiers. With five of them instead of three.

That had his blood boiled, it was a fight slanted against him.

And that was the best kind of fight.

So many ways to start.

The smaller fries was a pain, not worth but decorum says he'll have to get rid of them first.

Yet, he just wanted to dig into the good stuff right away.

Studying the area, it was uphill and they had the high ground.

But it also meant that they can't leave and run to the sides to flank him, the mountain prevents that, the ground was also a distance away and the exits a small one too which he already got. Not to mention they're all penned in.

At least there were no archers.

Or do it the old way?

Gringor smiled as he walked upwards, in full view of the camp. Brazen, daring, and foolish, Gringor kept to it as he saw them reacting to his presence and moving to arm themselves.

"BRING OUT YOUR STRONGEST, GRINGOR IRONHIDE IS HERE!" With a loudly bellow, Gringor raised a fist before settling it down on one of the five warriors of the heavenly strike.

The Varjans, they won't bother to play this game. They like war, large fights, big fights. Every trick and every move. Gringor can respect that.

Zipangnese, the Shizuyamans, like the underboss, they however play this game. A duel, strong against strong. They have to. Just like when he challenged other High Orcs, they accept or lose some face.

Which was why he challenged, upfront, where they had nowhere else to go but through him. Swarming him will only get them in each other way.

With that done, Gringor got ready for whatever they were prepared to do. They're trapped in one area after all.