Kazius would stare at the male in shock. He wasn’t sure what to make out of his sudden appearance, but the stranger seemed to be here to help. He looked awfully eager for a fight. He would grip what had to be the heaviest looking spear that Kazius had ever seen. His knuckles were almost turning white with how hard he was gripping the large weapon. A wide grin was visible on his face.

‘I am a magnet for all sorts of people, aren’t I? It really seems to be my fate to befriend strange people. I wonder if one day I will see this as normal? Even now I feel strangely relieved.’

“Another pest, no matter… That makes no difference to us.” Alex stated with a sneer before he and Leo would put their attention on the male. As this occurred, this gave Eve the opportunity to perform first aid. Azanor could still stand and was not injured, so he remained at the ready. Alice was very much out cold though. Kazius would go to her side, but did not take his eyes off the threat entirely.

“HAHAHA! Now that is the spirit! Come! Fight me!” exclaimed the male before pounding his chest with one hand. Did he actually come here to save them or was he just here looking for a fight?

It was then that the duo would attack the stranger. The large male would move with surprising strength and speed, shoving his spear forward. The sheer strength he had was inhuman, his motions causing a strong pressured wind that would knock Alex and Leo off their feat. The two would appear shocked, clearly not expecting such strength. They would glare at the male, clearly angry.

“I knew it, another monster! Filth!” Exclaimed Alex.

“We will crush you! You will regret getting involved!” Leo would add.

The stranger’s wide grin would waver some at the words only to then have the grin grow goofier and wider. “Call me whatever you want. But the Wind Werewolf Tribe aren’t the kind to allow travelers and guests to be killed at our door. Vargstam does not take such insults lightly… Now, fight me like true warriors!” Exclaimed the male before growing eager yet again.

‘Did he just say Werewolf? Vargstam? Vargstam was filled with Werewolves? Were the tribe all as strong as this guy? They may not be Edicts… But to handle the two so easily… Perhaps this would indeed be a good place for us to stay a while and get our bearings.’

Indeed, the two would attempt to attack the Werewolf. They moved with quite the speed, their blue eyes glowing brighter. They were serious, with full intention of killing… But with a sway of his spear, the Werewolf would push them back. Despite his size and strength, his spear movements were not pointless. They were precise, skillful, and full of power.

The two knights were relentless, yet no matter how they moved, the Werewolf would block their attacks and push them back… Though if anything… It seemed the Werewolf was holding back his strength…Then again, he was here protecting them. With the kind of power he had, he could accidentally blow them away if he wasn’t careful.

As the fight occurred, the Werewolf would only grow more content, clearly enjoying battle. While the knights only grew more frustrated and enraged. Before long, the two would find themselves knocked back against the valley walls, losing air with the impact, even cracking the wall some.

Staggered, the two would glare at them.

“You… You will pay… All of you… We will kill you vermin soon.” Alex hissed, fleeing with Leo in defeat… Of course, this meant that the church would know where they are… but he supposed they would be safe if the people here were half as strong as their rescuer.

“Hahaha! That was fun! A good warm up fight!” The male exclaimed contently. “You there, you alright? The name’s Damon. You all look like an interesting lot! I would love to ask you for a spar, but it seems I was a bit late… Those two seemed like quite the angry bunch… They should lighten up. It was a fun fight… Even if they lost! Buahaha!” He exclaimed before letting out a hearty laugh.

“Nice to meet you, Damon… You have no idea how bad of a situation we were in… Thank you for saving us.” Kazius stated earnestly, shaking his hand. The gesture was returned, but instead of shaking hands, Kazius would be moved up and down entirely.

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“Oops, it is hard for me to control my strength. Sorry about that, friend!” Damon stated contently with a goofy grin.

“Friend? Yay!” Eve cheered contently. She was calm now that she got to treat Kazius and Alice. Even though she had calmed down, Azanor was still soothing he a bit.

“Anyway, how about I show you where town is?” Damon questioned, clearly content to talk to people. He seemed quite friendly for such a battle eager loon… But he clearly meant well… Even if he was a bit of a goofy loaf.

It was then Azanor would perk up, “So your kind speaks common?” He decided to ask. It seems even Azanor knew nothing about his people.

“Oh! No, not at all… But I learned from my older brother. He is a very smart guy. He can read books good. Unlike me, I learned common from him, but books are too hard. They are better for throwing practice, I say! Hahaha!” Damon admitted contently. He seemed to also not have an indoor voice at all. He was definitely a bit of a brute.

“Don’t enjoy reading, huh?” Kazius questioned.

“Nope, I can’t read at all!” Damon exclaimed, acting a bit too proud to admit such a thing. Then again, Kazius could tell he was just the loud and boastful type.

It moving to pick up Alice bridal style. She was unconscious still and it worried Kazius so he hoped to be able to take her somewhere indoors so he could rest on an actual bed.

“Come along then!” Damon exclaimed contently, leading the way. He would take them to Vargstam.

Once there, they would see quite the massive riverside town. The buildings were made of lumber and wood with straw roofs. The houses were big in size, with one larger than all the others. The larger one almost looked like a clan house for many families. It clearly seemed important. The townspeople people were dressed in furs and armors. Most did not wear armor though or kept it to a minimum. Those that did wear armor often wore metal helmets shaped in a cone, some even having horns at either side as decoration. Some townsfolk seemed to actually be running around in their Werewolf form, standing on two legs, very much in control. They seemed to not have a lot of weapons… Perhaps their Werewolf form was what most used? Then again, Damon was quite good with a weapon…

It was the crack of dawn yet there were so many people up and looking at them. Rather than be welcoming though, the people would give weary eyes while whispering to each other. At first, Kazius thought they were suspicious of outsiders… But…

“Great, he is back.”

“Shame… I was hoping that he would die at the hand of outsiders just like his father.”

“Why can’t Caleb go ahead and become chief?”

“The idiot doesn’t even want to be chief… Now we even have outsiders killing people at our door!” “Disgrace!”

‘I don’t think Damon is very popular in his town… Chief? So, there is a dispute of power? Is Caleb the brother he talked so fondly about earlier? Or someone else? They seem to hate Damon’s father too…’

Still, despite the sneers and harsh words, Damon did not react. He acted like he did not hear a thing and instead kept smiling. His smile was goofy, but just like when Leo and Alex insulted him… Something about his smile was… Kazius had a feeling he was deciding to pretend the words did not affect him… Kazius could read people well after all, and it was clear to him, Damon was quite saddened at the words.

“I don’t understand a word… But even I know these are a rude bunch.” Azanor would tell Kazius as he eyed the crowd with a look that Kazius knew well. He was nice to them, but he was still a Demon.

“Don’t you dare.” Kazius would scold, feeling like Azanor yearned to mess with them.

“How boring.” Azanor stated with a shrug and scoff.

Damon yet again, pretended to not hear a thing. “We are almost there.” He would call out.

‘Damon seems like such an earnest guy… Why is he so hated? Sure, he is loud… but the way they talk about him…’

As they walked, they approached the largest building. Now that they were close, they could see it was decorated with round shields. Each one had a different crest. Indeed, seeming to be an important building.

“This is the chief’s house. It has plenty of room. You are my guests so don’t worry about an inn! You get to experience good old Damon hospitality!” Damon would boast, making up for any ill feelings by acting even happier and louder.

‘This does explain why he was so excited to talk to outsiders…’

It was then the group would be greeted by a male with long blue hair. The hair was tied up in a ponytail. His ears were somewhat pointed. His eyes were yellow, just like Damon’s. Unlike Damon though, his build was quite lean. He stood at 5ft 7in(1.70 meters).

“Hey Damon, I see your trip went well.” The blue haired male would state with a yawn.

“Hey Caleb, up all night reading again? You and your books, you should come spar with me! And yeah, they got roughed up badly. I figured it they could stay with us for a while… As long and you and Luna are okay with it.” Damon stated sheepishly.

‘So, Caleb is his brother after all.’

“You’re the chief, not me, Damon.” Caleb stated dismissively.

At this, Damon would surprisingly frown, “Caleb… You know I-“ He would then have his goofy smile again. It seems Damon did not want to bicker on the subject in front of guests. “Come on! Let’s get you to your rooms! I will go work on breakfast here in a while and let you know when it is ready! I hunted this really big boar the other day!” he would laugh out goofily.

As they left, Caleb would look at the group, his eyes never once leaving his brother.