Scrambling to his feet, Akio swiped his sword off the ground, holding the blade in a defensive stance as he backed away. As Raiden summoned lightning to strike the ground, a protective barrier rose in front of Akio, the grass suddenly sprouting upward and hardening into a tree bark-like wall. Akio himself blocked his eyes with a swift movement of his forearm, the sudden shift in light quite unpleasant to look at head-on. Once more, his instincts took over his powers rather than his own force of will, and sharp wood spikes formed on the barrier's outer side, shooting themselves forward at the other warriors.<br/><br/>Hiroto countered by tilting his club, the wood shattering on impact with the strong iron. A hearty chuckle escaped him, and he turned his head back to look at the young swordsman. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Wait your damn turn. You'll get your chance,</span>" He ordered, swinging the club upward to break off the rest of the wood spike that had been shot towards him. Splinters flew through the air as the heavy, spiked weapon tore through it. Coming to a rest on the ground in front of him with a thud, kicking up some dirt. His attention went towards the pair fighting, and with another heft of his club, he raised the weapon upward into a two-handed battle stance.<br/><br/>He was about to charge into the fight, ready to interrupt it and start smacking people around, but another newcomer came along. The wide smile that had begun to form on his face dropped, but he kept his club prepared. With a heavy grunt, he answered. "<span style="font-weight: bold">It's a fight. The hell do you think it means?</span>" He adjusted his footing, knees bending as he prepared to dash forward. "<span style="font-weight: bold">It means pick up a blade, or get the hell out of the way!</span>" Suddenly rushing forward with surprising speed, the giant swung the club with full force, aiming between Raiden and Hirohisha. It struck the ground hard, kicking a cloud of dust up. "<span style="font-weight: bold">You heard the sorcerer! Take it outside the gates!</span>" The order came with a growling tone, meant for intimidation. In all honesty, he cared less about the risk to people's places of business than he did about the potential to go completely wild with nobody in the way. Fighting under restraint wasn't his cup of tea.<br/><br/>Akio, who was still behind his barrier, peeked over the top of it when he heard even more yelling. "We should probably do what he says," He meekly pointed out. Since everyone and their mother in the town seemed to be one of those weirdos with death powers or were otherwise superhumanly strong, he wanted to minimize risk to the village's actual inhabitants. Wandering idiots coming to ruin everyone's livelihood were highly disapproved of.