Cristove walked through the shadow of the woods, his spear held idly in his paws and used as a walking stick for the time being aiding him in his travels through unfamiliar territory. His nose and ears, along with his connection to the earth he was able to almost 'see' where he was going giving him benefits and drawbacks but this was something that he has lived with his whole life so he was use to it. His parents having trained him and prepared him for this moment in his life, training him so that he would be able to prove to those who picked on him, who pitied him. That he was a proud warrior who was ready and willing to give his life to fight for his people and all the peoples of Crom.<br/><br/>It was then that a roar roused him from his thoughts, his small round ears flicking nervously toward the source of the roar, while his nostrils flared in its effort to help in figuring out the source of the noise as well. It was one of his own kind that was for sure, a large male from the roar, strong too, probably a seasoned warrior. Perhaps he was part of that group that he was searching for, the ones who had volunteered to sneak into the Nundar territory?<br/><br/>His thoughts a musings were interrupted with the snapping of a twig to his left, the ground trembling a bit as a Nundar landed behind him. "What to we have here? A lost teddy bear?" its cold serpent like voice making Cristove's skin crawl. The ground trembled four more times and Cristove knew without a doubt that he was now surrounded, which to him was not as unsettling as one would think given his condition. He smirked, keeping his arms beneath the cloak he wore only his spear visible as he stood there in utter stillness.<br/><br/>"I say we eat him, he looks to be all tender a juicy" a voice to the front spoke, it sounded female and from what he could smell of her he knew he was right.<br/><br/>"Nah lets rip em to pieces ten leave em to rot" said another to the front and right of him, this one seeming a bit on the dull witted side.<br/><br/>"Which one do you prefer tebby? Being eaten or left to rot?" the original voice spoke from behind him and to the left.<br/><br/>Cristove sighed and slowly reached up to begin undoing the clasp that held his cloak in place, "Well I am going to have to neither of those options and warn you all that you are in for a lot of trouble..." he said calmly the dark green cloak falling down about him showing off his muscled body, his lighter toned scars proudly displayed.<br/><br/>"What you think that you are going to take us all on? That you really stand a chance?" the first sad followed by some laughter which was joined in wholeheartedly by the others.<br/><br/>"Actually no..." he states in that same calm tone as he began to draw upon his gift and connection to the earth, "But when this fight begins it will make a lot of noise which is surely to draw some attention..." his body lowering down in a fighting stance the spear held back behind him his free hand in front.<br/><br/>"Like that matters cub! There is no one out here to hear your cries of pain!" the female spat and Cristove just smirked.<br/><br/>"We shall see" and with that he began the fight, stomping forward and sending a ripple through the earth toward those in front of him catching them off guard and knocking them to their backs while he spun a full circle bringing his spear around with him; spinning it and adding force to his strike as he slashed down at the one behind him. The blow was blocked but the fight had begun and Cristove was not about to let up, he just hoped he was right and the one he had heard earlier was not too far off.