Hoshor Plains You hit me once, I hit you back.

an alarm rings.

it does not bother the man that so soon he would be needed. he saw it as practice, even, and he bolts towards the cry.

the man bathed in ink barrels in, and without so much as a moment's hesitation, he sets his aim on the aggressing woman. she's of similar stature to himself, and her first victim just a tad smaller. but both are a threat to nephele and the territory and thus both must leave.

a different wolf had arrived before him. masa sees as he hesitates momentarily before diving in to attack. he quickens his pace — fjall is far too small for the ogress that he challenges.

flaring his whites, the samurai prepares to fight.

edited to account for fjall arriving first. lmk if i should roll!