Cristove was limited in what he was able to 'see' as the last of the enemy were dispatched but his heightened sense of smell and the information that the earth relayed to him was enough for him to get a general idea of how they met their end. What intrigued him was that the one who dispatched them was a user of the earth element, though from her scent she was a wolf and her technique though strong was crude and lacking true skill. Whomever was her Master should be entombed for passing on such poor skills, it actually bothered Cris a bit to have someone poorly using something that he himself needed to have any form of a normal life. Grumbling a bit he strode over to the Nundar that had the nerve to use his own spear against him, sheathing his sword and then making the stone staff jump up into his out stretched hand. He would have to purify it when he had the time, after he tended to the wound on his chest and took stock of this band that Kogen had put together that thus far seemed unimpressive. Work would need to be done before they could even begin to hope to take down the Nundar and restore the balance to the land.<br/><br/>Spear in hand he turned to look up and greet the female who had had been using the poor earth techniques, sighing and calming his suddenly grumpy demeanor he extended his hand in greeting to her "Well met Kakasha. I am Cristove and well I am not too certain I will be joining up with your group" this was true as he did not want to have himself stuck with a people that would only hinder him in his plans of making the land safe he and his family. His nostrils flared a bit as his small ears twitched and he turned his head in the direction of the approaching female Equilon, which to him just meant one more bit of dead weight for him to be concerned about.<br/><br/>Turning his head in the direction of Kogen now, "If this is to be the hope of our land then you have some work cut out for you" he states rather plainly not meaning to insult but speaking the truth as he saw it and thus far they were lacking in reaction time, technique and even in true leadership. Kogen needed to take the reins in on this group before things got out of hand and they found themselves dead or worst slaves to the Nundar. To which Cristove would surely rather take his own life before ever allowing for that to come to past.<br/><br/>Having said his peace he sniffed the air then began off toward the direction of their abandoned camp, he needed to tend to his wound on his chest and a nice cup of tea would be great to help calm his frazzled and frayed nerves. He hoped that perhaps they had just been caught unaware, because if that was the case then he would be more confident in their task. However, should this be a normal occurrence then he was going to cut his loses and go it alone from here. Death was almost a certainty but he planned on doing as much damage to the Nundar as he could before they took him down. An honorable death is the best ending that any warrior could ever hope for and it was what he planned on achieving should his death come to pass.<br/><br/>Arriving at their camp he wasted no time in making himself at home, setting his gear down by the fire, removing his cloak then his armor hissing a bit when it grazed the gash in his chest. He added some kindling to the low burning coals, blowing on them till the kindling caught and from there added more wood to the fire. Once that was all going he took out his travel travel size teapot, a small squat round pot made of metal that held about a half gallon of liquid. Filling it with his water skin he set the pot on the fire to begin to boil as e used more water and a rag from his med kit to clean and start tending to his wound as he waited for the water to boil.