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They stood there, in front of the gates of Dragon Tusk. The tribe had absorbed a good portion of the survivors of the two destroyed tribes from the st war. In doing so, it may have generated some hate for his own tribe, Green Cw.
The walls were high, made of both mud, wood, and stone. The gates stood tall in front of him. His own mind was wandering, what would happen if they didn’t let him and Crusch in? His mind wandered then to their barbarous nature; surly they wouldn’t take advantage of her? Would they?
“I am Zaryusu Shasha, of the Green Cw tribe,” he spoke, his voice reaching them, “This female next to me, that’s covered in pnts, is the stand in for the Red Eye tribe Crusch Lulu.”
After some time, surly of them deliberating on what to do with them, the gate opened after a ruckus was made. On the other side, tall and strong looking, was a lizardman that He assumed to be the chief.
“I am Zenberu Gugu, chieftain of the Dragon Tusk tribe. Welcome bearer of Frost Pain,” he said with a tilt of his head.
Now that Zaryusu actually looked at him, he was slightly astounded. The man Lizardman himself was tall, about seven feet. His right arm was rge, very much so. While his left hand was heavily scared, with two of his fingers missing.
“Yes, I know you’re here to speak of the strange message that all the tribes no doubt received, yet before that,” he said while grabbing a halberd from one of his fellows, “I Wish to do battle with you! To test my metal against the new bearer of Frost Pain!” he said while swinging his sword around.
It was a massive thing, the halberd that he held. The head of the thing was haphazardly strapped on. The shaft was long and wooden.
“Really?” he asked, his tone slightly exasperated, “Can we at least get to a better location?” he asked.
“No! Here and now, I shall test your metal to see if you truly are worthy of my time!” the chief said, his tone absolute, “I also know about the special ability of that sword. Might as well use it right away, now that you’ve got the chance,” he said, yet Zaryusu shook his head.
“I don’t need to. Not when I’ve got the skills to back myself up,” he said somewhat boastfully, “I can take you out, with just blocking.”
As he said this, the two of them began to move further into the vilge proper. Their gazes still locked onto each other. Crusch just shook her head in exasperation, men were always like this. Rororo simply waddled behind her, his heads hiding behind her in a comical way, as if that hid him from the tall and loud Lizardman.
After about a hundred paces of walking, the two warriors moved on each other. Zaryusu moved to block the wide swing of the chief. The halberd coming at him as the other Lizardman walked forth. His steps were sure, like he would win just from this.
Zaryusu blocked the blow, the halberd rocketing off the ft of the bde he held. He then moved forward himself, ready to sp the offending foe if need be. Zenberu swung the halberd down, trying to hit him from the top.
Zaryusu blocked the blow again, the weapon falling from the other’s hand. Zaryusu moved back, seeing Zenberu drop the weapon readily. He then moved his hands up, reading his fists.
He activated one of his monk abilities. His skin was glowing a little red as the effect was applied. Zaryusu back off more, sidestepping the blow as he blocked the punch. He flew back a couple feet as he was hit, his back nding on the ground with a spsh of water.
“Oof, that’s got to hurt,” Zenberu said as he let the bearer of Frost Pain stand up, “Let’s get back to it!” he screamed as he ran in again.
Zaryusu blocked the blow. Zenberu’s connecting and freezing over partially. He grunted as he tried and partially succeeded in moving his fingers. He then went in for another attack, the attack being blocked once more by the other Lizardman.
The fight kept going on like this. With Zenberu going in and attacking, and Zaryusu blocking the blow. Finally, with the arm of Zenberu frozen, he conceded the fight. His pride was hurt, but he bounced back soon enough.
“Alright,” he said finally, “I concede the fight,” he said as he held up both his hands, “that bde of yours in no joke, I feel frozen to the marrow.”
Zaryusu nodded his head, and plopped himself down on the ground. His shoulders heaving as he sighed. Crusch waked over, her face painted with both worry and exasperation. As He himself began to speak, he felt the warmth of healing magic seep into him.
“The bde itself carries a deep seated chill in itself. If someone attacks me, or if I attack someone with the sword, then it does a small portion of cold damage. Just by blocking, I can deal damage to you,” he said.
“Just block, and your foe does all the work for you,” Crusch said with a thoughtful look upon her face.
“Here I thought it was just a chunk of hard ice until you activated the special ability. Boy, do I have egg on my face,” the chief said, “Could I also get some heal?” he asked and Crusch nodded her head in a slightly annoyed manner.
“Just wait your turn, you big oaf,” she said as she turned to him and used some healing magic.
“Ok, so now can we talk about the demon army coming to kill all of my tribe, and vassalize all of the rest of the tribes,” Zaryusu basically ordered, his tone harder than Frost Pain.
“Ok, alright we’ll talk. I need to do something first; something that is very important,” Zenberu said, his tone just as serious.
“What is that?” Zaryusu asked, leaning forward.
“Get absolutely bsted drunk, that is,” Zenberu said, his voice jovial.
The other two sighed heavily. The day had been a long one, and they simply wanted to get this done and over with. Now, here was this man, this man who wanted to waste more time with partying and whatnot. It was rather infuriating, to say the least.
“Oh, come on! What is with those faces!?” he asked and the other two gred at him in sync, “Ok, we can talk about it, while we get bsted drunk, instead of after. How is that?” he asked.
“My home is going to be eradicated in less than a week. I need to talk about this as soon as possible,” Zaryusu spoke, his tone colder than before even.
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