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Thwack!

He liked the sound it made.

Thwack!

It was a grim sort of toll.

Thwack!

The sound of a bright future... the sound of an inferno to come

THWACK!

His ax cut into the tree one last time and with a groaning protest the tree fell begrudgingly giving way to the wound in it's side glistening with its sappy life blood, this tree soon to be a sacrifice to his gods, the true gods not the petty immortals. It was cold outside but he didn't notice even in his state he was wearing only a pair of breeches and boots but didn't seem to be phased. a close observer would see his sweat turning to steam as he labored dragging a freshly fallen tree behind him, his ruddy red hair tied into a messy pony tail the trailed all the way down his back. He wasn't the strongest but he was rugged and his inner heat his inner fire kept him warm. But more so than that the prospect of what was to come warmed him more than anything, he was to bathe in fire soon a communion with his true god. Fire itself.

It was a taxing process, but it was... cathartic for him building bonfires. he didn't have to do it, but he wanted to. Building a fire reminded him of his youth back when he'd still feared fire and hated it. But now fire was a part of him he held close and remembered often. Heaving as he lifted large stones and began to align them in a circle Embri labored his naked chest glistening with sweat as he labored. It had likely been an hour but he'd lost track of time, to build a fire he wanted he'd toil an entire day if need be. after some time of heaving and groaning, Embri stood pleased his muscles ached and his heart pounded in his chest, but before him was what would be a magnificent bonfire. On the outskirts of the city of Andaris he stood in a small glade he'd cleared with his ax. Three stumps so far, he'd killed three trees this day to sacrifice to his god. The stumps still bleeding their amber ichor evidence that they too lived, and could die, and to fire they had and would succumb as from fire all things come, and in fire. All things end.

Crouching before the fire pit he'd created he produced flint and steel, he could coax fire from nothing, even from his very breath and blood. But that wasn't the point as a boy he'd used flint and steel, and even when he'd been initiated in flame he'd lit the fire himself, and whenever he had the time and convenience he would again light flame without the aid of magic. Sticking the flint and steal against his kindling a small bundle of hay he squatted for a minute.

Crack...

Crack...

Crack..

Finally sparks came to life, and Embri breathed on the small bundle coaxing flame from spark and ember. One of the things Embri loved about fire was how it could grow from seemingly nothing and if left unchecked could burn everything in sight. He considered himself a warden of flames, and though he'd accepted he would die by fire. But until that time came fire was his friend and ally.

standing before the small flame he fed it small sticks and tree bark watching it grow and slowly consume the larger and larger pieces until the fire had grown from infancy and was now beginning to crackle merrily as it ate. Smiling at the fire Embri reached into the fire and pulled a small flame from it cupping it in his hands as he breathed onto it feeding it not wood but his magic, sustaining it with his own energy he watched the small flame, his one day element. Fire had yet to fully accept him so he still had to commune with it earn it's respect and love so he loved small moments like this when he could hold it. Fire was such a misunderstood element it wasn't death or destruction. It was warmth it was passion, it might consume all that it touches slowly but that was how it conveyed it's love. Embri loved fire and he hoped that he could earn the love of it. So that he too could dance with flame like the woman who taught him had. The fire crackled and Roared and he sat before it watching it enthralled in the flame waiting for it to reach it's peak so that he could truly commune with it.
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'You're ready for this, all of your training has lead up to this moment.' He assured himself as he warmed his palms by rubbing them together then breathing into his cupped hands. He lowered into a squat and took hold of either side of the rock - cold to the touch as he had expected. Straightening back and widening his stance, he pressed. Pulling at the rock with all his strength and body weight, he soon discovered that it didn't want to budge. Which was fair enough, it looked sort of cosy being half buried in the soil. Too bad, he needed it. The icy ground crunched as it tried its best to keep hold of the large rock. 'Come on! You're nearly there!' he cheered to himself - almost wishing Rey had been here. If she had, he would have been able to push himself a little harder to show off.

The ground groaned with the sound of tearing plants as it slowly loosened its grip on the rock. Without Relent, he continued to pull. The pressure in his head creeped up without warning, why? 'Breathe you idiot!' he suddenly realised, he'd been holding his breath for the duration of the lift. He exhaled, quick and sharp and took in some fresh air and continued to press onto his heels. 'Don't give up! You need this rock and you're so close! Just a few more trils!' He continued to encourage himself. Having had enough, he channelled his adrenaline a little to his back muscles and thighs and pressed even harder. His heels sunk into the soil a little before the earth released the rock and sent him flying with said rock.

Things seemed to go in slow motion as he fell backwards, wide-eyed while clutching the rock to his chest tightly. There was nothing he could have done however - with an audible thud and some cursing, his back collided with the floor. The rock made sure to help him impact harder, knocking the wind from his lungs as it landed. "Stupid... Rock!" He growled, pushing the rock from his chest and taking a deep breath. On second thought, maybe it was the best that Rey hadn't been here to see that. He sat up, clutching his chest a little as he regained his breath. He tuned to the rock, it wasn't too large, more medium for his level of strength - But the weight of all Rynmere being attached to it proved to be a difficult lift. Once he'd recovered, he stretched his back and straightened his legs before standing up and lumbering over to the rock.

Fridgar brushed the loose dirt from its surface with his numbing finger tips. He didn't care too much for the cold. Once satisfied, he squatted once more and lifted the rock with ease, cradling it in his palms. He managed a few steps for a disturbing scent wafted over his nostrils. "Fire..?" He looked about the immediate area, along the trees then to the sky - a black smoke towered from his left, reaching for the heavens. "Fire!?" He asked once more, a little more frightened this time. "FIRE!!" he roared in a panic, dropping the rock and running for the source in a mad rush. Why? Well, something had caught fire in the forest that him and Rey'na were living in, he had to put it out! He wasn't the type to think first, he'd figure how to put it out after he got there.

He bolted on his two legs, almost tempted to unleash into a wolf just to get there quicker. This fire had to be controlled, before it burned down his new home. By ignoring his fatigue and muscle soreness, he reached the source of the fire, ready to tackle the inferno if needs be - again, not thinking first. He tripped on some bastard branch as he stumbled through the brush into the opening where the fire lay. He pushed up on both of his hands and to his feet and looked about the scene - an aggressively wild look on his face as he bared his teeth and claws. Within a couple of trills, he noticed that the fire was contained. No, more than contained - it was man made! he could tell by the three stumps close by, someone had meant to do this! Someone had tried to burn down his forest!

Breathing heavily and seething with rage, he walked about the scene before spotting an Aukari sat by it. 'Of course! Who else!? AN AUKARI!' Roared his inner voice before he looked to the rather chill looking dude at the edge of the fire. "Hey you!?" He roared to the man, breathing heavy from his run with a feral, primal look in his eye. "What do you think you're doing!?" he roared, lumbering at the man with vicious intent. He'd failed to realise that the fire wasn't in danger of burning down the woods, too caught up in his rage - he wanted to fight, reasoning with him might be difficult.
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Having lived alone and enjoyed it for a while, Rey was surprised to be enjoying the company of Fridgar. He didn't make much noise, and was generally kind and polite to her. Yet he wasn't using her. He didn't seem to have romantic interest, and if he did then he kept it to himself. He would offer to help around the house, as well as being sure to keep to himself when she seemed busy. If he developed an interest in poison, perhaps he would be the perfect housemate. As of now, however, he was alright.
One thing that made her curious was how he spent his time. As far as she could tell, he was either training his strength or arguing with a rock. She watched curiously from the window. So far, he hadn't seemed to have noticed her, meaning she could watch freely. Something about him made her curious. She didn't know why she was letting him stay with her, or why she was watching him try and move a rock. But here she was, doing it anyway.

For seemingly no reason, he said something to himself, so quiet she couldn't hear. Then she heard it faintly. The third time, however, she understood. His shout of the word fire was hard to miss, before he headed in the direction of a smoke cloud. Rey took a moment to consider what could be happening. Perhaps someone had just lit a bonfire, or maybe a rogue Aukari. Or perhaps the forest was burning and she was soon to lose her house. With that, Rey grabbed her dagger, deciding to follow Fridgar in to the woods.
When she finally arrived, it was a real sight to behold. An angry Lothar approaching an Aukari who just seemed to want a bonfire. The fire was controlled, not that she'd tell Fridgar that. She wanted to see where this went.

Dagger still in hand, Rey'na watched the two.
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Always, always always always there are those who cannot understand, will not, understand the glory that is flame, the perfection that is flame. Those who live in darkness afraid of the majesty of fire. Turning his back to his fire at the craven man yelling at him Embri clenched his fists extinguishing the fire he held it was a bad impulse to immediately set something he didn't like ablaze, even if he wanted to. Letting his breathing slow Embri cooled himself not letting his temper get out of hand he was well aware of what would happen if his inner flame got out of control. Cracking his knuckles he looked at the man and grinned, yes fire indeed.


“Yes! FIRE fire fire and more fire! How can you ask me what I'm doing when it's before thine eyes? Are ye blinded before this majesty?? Fire! That such giveth life! And take it away! It cooks our meals warms our homes. It burns away our corruption!!! Hahahahaha fire is love, life, and death! FIRE is warmth fire is light! And I, I am a humble prophet of flame teaching the world of its majesty!”

Pointing to the flames and raising his arms to the sky he grinned as the light of the fire reflected off of his sweat clothed figure.

“this is my church the embers my sanctuary the wood a sacrifice unto the maw that burns! Come my brother let me teach thee of flame!”

It was no mistake that the man before him stood in challenge of him wanting to take a stand, perhaps he believed himself a guardian of the forest perhaps some would be hero. It mattered not, there were many trees in the forest and he didn't intend to burn them all away, but he would not be cowed by some foolish argument. He would teach the fool the glories of flame. Behind him the fire would swell magnificently as the man spoke as if filled with pride by the man's praise. Clenching his fists he grinned at the man ready for him to approach. He would try not to unleash fire upon him except as a last resort. Just having the fire near him was enough to fill him with energy and vigor to take on an army!
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'What? Who even is this guy??' Fridgar asked himself as he rampantly approached the Aukari. 'Crazy or not, he's gonna catch a fist for this!' He thought, failing to realise that the poor man had done nothing wrong. He'd given the man plenty of warning on his advance, there was no doubt he was prepared for his first strike - just the way he liked it. Once he'd closed the distance, he grunted and swung a balled fist for the Aukari's side, just below the ribs - whether he was mid-crazy-sentence or not. Then took a step back, light on his feet and widened his stance with his left foot forward and his back foot pointing to the right, raising his fists as a guard for his face and head.

Whether his first strike had connected or not, he'd step in and attempt to punch the Aukari straight in the nose with his left, then hook his jaw with his right. If both of his punches had connected, it would surely have left the Aukari dazed - he had good confidence in his strength. He hadn't noticed Rey'na, he wasn't doing this to show off, barely because he was angry. No, this was fun. He backed up a little, focusing on his guard. He felt it only fair to give the poor man a chance after all. He anticipated that the Aukari would aim to strike his upper body and focused most of his guard there. If the Aukari had been dull enough to attempt a strike for his head, he would jab at his lowered defences, aiming for the teeth.

He soon realised after he'd finished his strikes that the Aukari had in fact built a controlled bonfire and that he was just being stupid. He shrugged it off, it was too late after all. He spoke no words and instead focused on his opponent, analysing his stance and movements, hoping to gather intel on just what sort of fighter this Aukari was. Part of him hoped the smaller man had some fight in him - it would be a sight to behold if he bled in this fight.

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Embri - I'm letting you decide what strikes actually connect, your unarmed skill is almost the same as mine (4) after all. But keep my strength (25) in mind if you decide to take any of the hits and my endurance (25) if you decide to parry any of them or strike me back.
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Rey watched with intense curiosity. A fight was about to break out, near her house. It was rare something so exciting happened. Besides, since meeting her new Lotharro friend this was the most intense she had seen him be. He had a temper, for sure. But it was passion. It was doing what he wanted to and what he believed in. Most importantly, it was admirable.
But a question rose to her - what was he so passionate about? It wasn't as if his home was threatened, or anything of the sort. In fact, he showed the same level of dedication as he did to moving that rock. Why? One reason came to her mind - her. Even on the first day they met, he had been kind and pleasant to her. Perhaps he saw her as a friend now? They were living together, and she considered him to be a friend. Maybe he was waiting for her to confess their friendship. She would have to confess later, if he made it out alive.

Punches started being thrown, and just from watching the man's movements she could see he had done this before. Fridgar was a curious man, and not just for his name and horse-transforming powers. Something about him fascinated her, and it was beyond explanation.
"Is there a problem here?" she asked as Fridgar had stood back in a stale mate. She would smile politely to the Aukari. "I do hope you don't plan on hurting my Lotharro friend? It would be a terrible shame. I have no doubt he could kill you with ease, and if he couldn't then there would be the problem - because I'd give it my best."

To be safe, Rey drew her dagger from the scabbard up her skirt. It was a beautiful blade, and sharp at that. She couldn't use it well, in truth. But he didn't know that, and he didn't have to find out. In honesty, she didn't know if she had missed something or not, but this man was threatening her friend. She had to step forward, it was only right. Besides, he'd already lit the fire - they could burn any evidence.
Her eyes turned to her Lotharro friend. "Fridgar, please get this man out of our forest - be it dead or alive."
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The man was strong, painfully so in fact. Embri found out when he blocked one of the man's blows with a forearm. Upon blocking that hit a tactic formed in his head, he could win this fight he just had to stay cool. Keeping his head calm was above all else going to be his saving grace. If the Lotharo had rage and strength like the dumb animal he was, then he had precision he hadn't worshiped fire his whole life to burn up because some loon thought he could go toe to toe with him. so backing up and getting a better position would be his plan and... hopefully the fire would aid him. Back stepping as the man attacked the aukari controlled himself focusing his energy on defense as he back stepped looking for what he wanted, a weapon to use if the man could not be bested with flesh alone. the weapon presented itself in the form of a newly fed branch with a haft the size of aa burning handle if need be he could grab it and defend himself with it. Fire might sting him but the Lotharo, it would burn and smite. as the man approached at a breakneck pace Embri looked for a strategy anything that could impede his attacker and found it in the form of an unfed log, Kicking the log at his attacker Embri watched as the small chunk of unlit firewood sailed at the man where it would possibly crash into his midsection were he not to dodge it. The kick hurt his foot a bit but it was small price to pay for buying time as he prepared for a counter attack. He didn't know how many hits from the dumb beast he could take but it was likely less than the Lotharo could take so victory had to be calculated he just had to STAY CALM. wich was becoming increasingly difficult he needed to find his breath find his clarity, he could feel his core warming and he needed to cool it before it grew out of control.

"you're a fool boy, to fear fire is to be blinded, thine beastly attack clothes not bravery but fear! Like that of the wolves that flee flame. you attack out of cowardice can ye see it not?"

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Damnit this fool isn't slowing down, Emrbi wasn't afraid of pain anymore than he was of dying, but he didn't plan on doing so today, he just needed to outlast and find a point to strike. but where was it? A veritable wall of dumb muscle was charging him. he just had to decide how to handle it. There was also the whisper of an annoying wasp in the background the damn brute had ally's he couldn't hear what she was saying but it irked him none the less, he might actually have to try something desperate if this situation got out of hand.

"Do ye know what you are fighting for fool boy? is it fear? is it courage? ARE YE SOME DOG THAT FOLLOWS ORDERS?"

the last bit felt smart if he had ally's spreading dissension might suit him well he just had to stay cool and dodge until the time came to return the assault. his foot smarted from kicking the log and his arm stung from blocking a brutish blow. He hadn't lost yet but any missteps could end him at this point.
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Having realised that there was no risk of the forest catching any of this man's fire and the fact that he didn't seem to be fighting back stirred a feeling of guilt deep in his gut. Losing the will to hurt the poor man any further, he glanced from his opponent and saw something in the corner of his eye - Rey'na? He turned his head to look at her directly "Rey? What are you doing here? I-" he was cut off as a log was cast into his gut. He stumbled back a little with an audible 'Ooph' as the wind was forced from his lungs. He bent over slightly, holding his abdomen with clear discomfort on his face - then realisation - then rage.

While he gathered his breath, the Aukari spoke. Calling him a fool, a boy and a coward? Was he trying to get himself killed? Not only did the crazy one have the audacity to kick back up the fight he was clearly losing, but he had the nerve to mock him for it also? He grit his teeth, trying very hard not to lose his temper. Then came a thought, 'Why am I trying not to lose my temper?' and with it a glare. He sighed - his features returning to neutral for a moment, only for a moment though. After said moment, he threw his arms open with his still lowered stance and roared, his visage perhaps fearsome enough to leave the Aukari scared? he put it to the test, charging the man and swinging a clawed strike in a left hook motion, he back stepped. Trying once more with his right on the follow up of his momentum, the Aukari repeated his back step.

Growling with furious anger as the bastard kept up his cheap dodge - more running from the fight than fighting, he swung a balled fist for his gut from the hip in a forward motion, having used the same dodge twice already, he doubted that he'd back step far enough to lose his forward attack, or the skill to try a more advanced dodge. If the attack connected, he'd follow up with an uppercut while he leaned from the blow. If not, he'd swing a full roundhouse kick with his right foot aiming for the Aukari's thigh. The thigh had little fat to protect it from heavy blows and as such would leave it difficult to put pressure on it with the sustained injury - disabling the bastard's repetitive dodging, or at least making it more difficult.

Still seeing red in the corners of his vision, he stepped back after the strike - poised a lower, more beastly stance than prior. And with it, Rey'na spoke - She was on his side! He grinned under the haze of his rage, by nature the grin almost appeared sadistic. While he wasn't too impressed with being given orders, even by the fair Rey'na who'd given him shelter in her own home - He appreciated the excuse. "Not at the moment, no I'm not. But she's the boss." he stepped forward suddenly, putting his right foot and leg behind the Aukari's, giving him leverage for what he had planned. with only a fraction of a tril of delay, he punched forward with a right cross aiming for the throat or the face. "And what she says goes!" he growled as his fist either collided with flesh or the air.

Had he somehow missed, he'd promptly turn around with a spin and raise his guard briefly before closing the gap once more and pummelling the slippery bastard with all his strength, speed and adrenaline being channelled – he anticipated that the Aukari might dodge giving his apparent skill level and the simplicity of the strike he was attempting. If the Attack were successful he'd watch with satisfaction as the smaller man fell to the floor over his leg, finally a strike that he didn't somehow dodge with his god-like reflexes.
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"Observing, what about you?" she replied as a log hit his stomach. She wondered again about the extent of the man's strength. He could become a horse, and other various animals, and despite the agony he continued to do so. He could also carry heavy weight and run for a large amount of time. In fact, he was genuinely a very strong individual. So did that log hurt? Perhaps she should ask.
As she contemplated asking, the Aukari started speaking. By Lissira, his voice was irritating, as was how he spoke. Perhaps she should intervene? She could rid him of his tongue, and as such his infuriating voice. His precious fire wouldn't grow him a new one, either. Then he would have nobody left to worship, left to her mercy and hers alone - what little of it there was. Then again, this was Fridgar's fight. She would just have to take his tongue from him when he was flat on the floor.

She looked at Fridgar when he said she was the boss and couldn't help but smile. Was he fighting for her? That would be sweet of him, albeit unnecessary. It said a lot about the man though. His panic of the fire came from the risk of a forest fire, she assumed. Then he was fighting this man, now on her behalf. So thus far, everything he had done was for her, Rey thought. It made her happy to know she had put her trust in the right person.
As the fight progressed, Rey grew more and more frustrated. She didn't like this. This man, whoever he thought he was, decided to insult and attack her friend. As well as that, he had the nerve to speak as if he was superior, yet he was getting beaten like a poor slave by a cruel master. He had no leg to stand on and yet was trying to tower over the two. She grew tired of it quickly, and made her approach slowly.
"Fridgar" she said, letting him know she was coming. "If you don't mind, I'd like to end this bastards life, and my suffering of his voice along with it."
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Fridgar's fist connected dead on target, the Aukari's nose. He fell backwards, over his leg and straight to the floor. The suddenly unlucky man hit the back of his head on a rock on collision with the floor, knocking him unconscious immediately. He lay there, limp and bleeding from the nose a trickle. Rey'na had wanted some of the action, apparently, asking to kill the unconscious man. He looked to her wide eyed for a trill "You don't mean literally end his life, right?" he shook his head, of course she didn't.

"I'll get rid of him, like you said. Just plonk him down in front of the main gates or something." he explained. "I'm sorry, I know I said I wouldn't cause trouble... But I thought the forest was in danger, I did what i thought best." he confessed to Rey'na as he walked over to the limp body of the Aukari. He turned the body over onto its stomach and straightened it before squatting with his back straight and lifting him by the armpits. The Aukari hung limp in front of him, from there he slipped his head under the body's arm pit and pulled it over his shoulder. With the aid of gravity, he let the body slip to its waist before holding onto the back of the knees with his forearm. The weight was all pressed onto one side of his body, making him feel unsteady and off balance. Taking a step forward confirmed that as he stumbled to the right slightly.

"Right, I'll be back in a bit to deal with that fire." Fridgar declared before breaking into a jog with the man on his back, his calves and knees burned under the strain of the body's weight with fatigue, he'd already exerted himself thoroughly this trial, but he felt like a little more working out wouldn't hurt. Running lopsided was difficult, he had to shift his balance massively to compensate for the weight on his shoulder. Before long, his breathing had picked up a little and he'd began to sweat as he weaved through trees and dodged exposed roots. He eventually had to stop and slow into a walk, his breathing and sweating had turned heavy and was starting to sting his eyes and chest. With his spare sleeve, he wiped the sweat from his eyes and continued his march forward.

Fridgar had arrived at the main gates a good 15 bits later, he looked about to make sure nobody was in sight before emerging from the woods. He approached the wall and took a moment to catch his breath before bending forward and dropping the body on its behind and carefully sitting him against the wall. He brushed off his hands as he straightened up and walked off for the tree line. hesitating for a trill, he looked to the body and pondered 'Is he going to be alright out in the Zi'da air?' before shrugging and making his way back home. It wasn't his problem.
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