#tepiidus

“You know, if you keep holding your sword like that,   you’re just going to topple over.”

                   Chuckling, Vilkas would come up behind the much smaller companion and force her arms up a bit. Mercy wasn't weak by any means and could definitely hold her own, but it was Vilkas' job to oversee the training that all of the members went through. He was usually rather harsh on most that he trained, but-- Mercy was different.

      Òrdha, per usual, avoided opening her shop until late in the  afternoon. However, today, the ‘klutzy’ half-giant had scalded her hand was now walking towards a familiar persons clinic. She held ice and aloe to the hand for now, but it wasn’t doing enough. 

           TODAY WAS FINALLY OVER. Eiji breathes a sigh of relief            as he lays back against the ground, surprisingly too tired to            care about dirt stains. The grass feels softer than usual, he notes.            Exhaustion from running errands all over the city for hours is probably why.

{ ♣️ } - Togg nodded at Mercy’s request, though in his own head medium well steak tasted a little overcooked! Meat was, after all, supposed to be juicy and chewy and-- oh his slab was done. He stabbed at it with a stick, end sharpened to a point, and lifted it onto a plate. “Togg will cook yours for longer.”

While Mercy’s simmered in the pan, he produced some herbs and sprinkled them on his slice, using the stick to rub them in. They were the secret ingredient that brought out the flavor. He glanced up. “Mercy didn’t know Togg could cook too, huh? Togg made own meals before Mercy came along after all. And Togg knows a few dishes by heart!”

{ ♣️ } - Bandits! Togg hated bandits. And by the sounds of it, these were the worst kind; kidnapping and holding their victim for a ransom. Why else would they be asking if he wanted a cut of the profit? Togg grunted. “You call Togg freak. Togg doesn’t know you, Togg doesn’t like you. You can’t have Mercy.”

“YOU WILL HAVE TO GO THROUGH TOGG FIRST.” These bandits must not know about him, because Togg always carries weapons on him. He’s a weaponsmith after all! He drew a freshly sharpened battleaxe, pointed it at them and waved it through the air. Just try and come at him! Three humans against one orc will be like tossing babies aside!

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       Òrdha ‘s gaze is fixated elsewhere, her body tense as she holds her blade, keeping it steady as she stares blankly into the distance. Going through the motions that are oh so familiar to her, the knight seems to be using her few hours of break time to train. 

     Nothing less is expected from her, for she seems completely focused on her work when in the public eye.. Some find it unreasonable to see someone with so little free time, but Òrdha doesn’t mind, for she enjoy’s her work. Her work is part of her life style, for she has no family outside of the castle she resides in, none that anyone knows of that is.

    She closes her eyes and as another guard approaches to get her  attention, her blade moves with the utmost precision to place the butt of the blade at their chin, before she quickly drops the point into the dirt. She seems a little annoyed with being pulled from her interests.