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Oh, crap. Of course. This was just his kind of luck. Kori sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
"Alright, fine. Go ahead. Do what you want. I don't care. I deserve it. I've been a very bad, bad little hobbit." He sniffed, staring down at the ground like a child being reprimanded.
Crysor was frowning slightly, watching this all go down.

Falen picked up the little hobbit and kicked him into a tree. He then ran over to the hobbit and punched him in the gut, then the face.

Kori's breath left him in a gasp; whatever breath was left in him left him in a strangled screech after the second blow. After the third, he could've sworn he had felt his brain get jarred in its skull and was fighting to stay conscious. He tried to brace himself for the next hit, but it was difficult considering his dain bramage.
Crysor winced, watching from a distance.

Falen hit the hobbit with a quick few jabs to the gut and one to the left temple.

Kori's head snapped back on the last one, and the world finally slipped from his view- everything went black...
Crysor shook his head; he couldn't take it anymore. He walked over and held up a hand to prevent Falen from killing the small being unintentionally. Though he was silent, his stony features got the point across perfectly:
That's enough.

Falen just nodded his head and spit on the hobbit. He picked the hobbit up and slung him over his shoulder "Lets get a move, shall we?"

Crysor nodded, averting his gaze from the ruined town.
Kori was definitely a mess. He was lucky Crysor stopped him when he did; if he had kept going, he probably would've snapped his neck or something serious like that. He was small and Falen was large and way more powerful than him.
Crysor would be surprised if he woke up anytime that week.

He walked over to the rubble and searched around hoping he could find anything valuable that he could sell on the market.

Crysor followed him, trying not to look at anything.

He just dug and dug. Hoping that Cryse wouldn't notice the tears rolling to his face. The tears rolled down and gently touched the ground and sizzled from some burning coals.

Crysor, being the awesome elf that he is, did notice, but he didn't pester him about it or say anything.
Not like he would've said anything anyways. He's not exactly the talkative type.

He sighed. "Let's get going to another town so we can rest there." He through a piece of rubble down. "There is no need for us to be here."

Crysor nodded in agreement, leading the way out of town.

(Apologies for the sudden intrusion, but I thought a new face might liven things up a bit.)

The man sighed, exhalation coming from deep in his chest. He didn't belong near civilization. The two just didn't get along. Never had. Probably never would. And yet, when the trees had started whispering about a disturbance in the natural balance, he was obligated to investigate. With a quiver on his hip and a bow on his back, the man in huntsman's clothes looked exactly what he was.

"What the hell am I doing here? I should just leave...Like hell I owe people anything." Currently, he was to be found kneeling at the edge of a ruined, battered, and otherwise burned village. Or, maybe it was big enough to be called a town. He didn't know. Or care, for that matter. All that was important was figuring out what happened, locating the source, and putting an end to it. Balance would be restored, and he could go on his merry old way.

He was as of yet unaware of the trio of approaching men, though he wasn't moving much, so if their courses remained unchanged then the three would bump into him within a few minutes of travel.

Crysor kept his oddly colored eyes on the ground as he padded silently along. The town was a depressing sight, and it was all too familiar for him.
Kori was definitely an issue that needed to get fixed. The hobbit seemed genuine when he said he was going to try to make things right, but it was apparent that he couldn't exactly be trusted.
Could he? Crysor couldn't trust anybody, so he wouldn't know.

He just kept walking thinking of the memories he had growing up in the now destroyed town that lay behind him. He looked up and saw a man in the road, he very quickly whipped out his flintlock pistol and cocked the gun. The cold metal touched his ashy hands making a grimy feeling. "Who are you?" He aimed the sights directly at the mans chest. He noticed the bow and quiver on the man's back, he thought that this man might be a threat.

Crysor jumped slightly in surprise, whipping out his own bow, a finely made elven weapon. He stared down at the man in the road, watching him cautiously and glancing at Falen every now and then just to be sure he didn't go nuts again.

He raised it higher aiming it for the mans head. "Did you help withy the destruction that lay before me?" He pointed behind him.

The sound of a voice brought him out of his investigative state. Head raising, he observed the trio as they approached. Judging by the sound in the man's voice, he probably wasn't the one who'd done it, and was interested in finding those who had. Interesting. Annoying, but interesting. He stood, making no move to reach for his weapons, neither the bow on his back nor the long, curved hunting dagger at his waist.

"Do I look like the fire and brimstone type to you? Of course I didn't do this. I wouldn't be stupid enough to stick around if I had." His tone was slightly indignant, as though he were insulted to be accused to such a thing, though he didn't sound overly hostile. He didn't appear to be the social type, either, though he hadn't left yet. For all that he didn't like it, working together with fellow minded individuals, should that be the case here, could serve to be useful in the long run.

Crysor paused a moment, staring at Shaito, then lowered his bow. He glanced over at Falen, an eyebrow raised.