Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20140912075843/@comment-5142578-20160407145908

A short time later, Frost and his group came upon several Sten-Tribu thugs harassing a group of Luft-Tribu survivors in a small clearing. Each thug took turns either kicking one of the survivors or throwing them back and forth between each other like a ragdoll. The punks were too occupied with their fun to notice the newcomers lurking in the grass.

"Seven of them." Frost said, keeping his voice low so the Sten-tribu renegades wouldn't hear them. "And possibly more up ahead. Let's keep this quiet so we don't draw any unwanted attention." Taking note of their positions, he turned to his men. "Use your crossbows to take out the ones furtherst away from the group. We don't want them noticing their dead comrades until it's too late. I'll go ahead and eliminate the ones closer to the civilians." He then draws out his karambit knife and begins to creep throught he grass towards his prey.

Although the igna-tribu would rather make the Sten-tribu pay with a head-on fight, they obeyed their orders and drew out their crossbows. Coordinating with one another, the bowmen took aim at different targets and fired simultaneously. Four of the Sten-Tribu fell as a bolt pierced their heads.

"Please, stop!" one of the Luft-tribu survivors pleaded, a young female owl. Her husband, another owl, was being kicked repeatedly by one of the Sten-tribu ruffians.

"Why don't you make us?" the aggressor taunted, an overly large bear weilding a battle hammer on his back. He failed to notice the grass rustling behind him as the wolf readied to strike.

The other two sten-tribu, a burly crocodile and a hulking gorilla, laughed heartily at their fellow thug's retort. Their laugh was cut short, however, by a sudden scream coming from the bear. The scream was short lived, however, and soon turned to a sickening gurgling sound. They stopped shoving their captive, a much younger owl, the son of the other two owls, and turned in surprise to see the bear was on the ground, a massive gash in his thigh and neck.

The two thugs ran over to investigate. "The hell's going on!?" The crocodile barked.

Without warning, the wolf burst out of the grass. Using the bear's corpse as a spring board, he lept above the gorilla's head and delivered a nasty kick to the ape's temple, knocking him to the ground with a thud. As Frost landed, the croc charged at him. Frost sidestepped the charge, and gashed the reptile's side as he went past. The croc turned with deep-hatred in his eyes and pulled out his ax and attempted to bring it down on the wolf's head. Due to Frost's positioning he lept to the side, causing the ax to come down on the gorilla instead.

The gorilla bellowed in agony as the ax was driven into his back. Before the croc could do anything else, Frost encased the crocodile's feet in ice to prevent him from moving, and lept onto the croc's back. He quickly drew his karambit across the reptile's neck, slitting his throat. The crocodile rapidly lost his blood and, unable to stand, slumped to the ground, quickly bleeding out. Frost then lept off and finished off the gorilla by stomping on his neck, breaking it and killing him.

The igna-tribu came out of hiding and entered the small clearing. One of the warriors checked on the two male owls and their injuries. "Can you walk?" he asked them. The owls nodded. "Good. Make your way to the Vatten-Tribu. You'll be safe there." The trio of owls agreed and left, thanking them for saving them from their aggressors.

Once the owls are gone, Frost signals his men to follow, and the group proceed onwards towards the main-village.