Where there’s smoke, there is fire and where there is fire, there is Kagi; along with the general chaos and insanity to spawn that man’s presence amidst it all. Was he the result of it, though? Mayhaps, mayhaps not; but today he was just a simple bystander and nothing more. He had came to these Savage Lands just to achieve some peaceful rest outside of his hunting expeditions within the Kraylik Mountains. It was a perfect spot for him to train, plenty of peril, strong adversities, and then there was the sightseeing of dangerous rocky ledges that could lead to instant death if one falls from them. Though the last party he decided to hang around with didn’t quite make it back from their journey there. Their lack of expertise was the result of their own misfortunes, Kagi never saw any need to look out for those that can’t even look out for themselves and even if they could, well, there still wouldn’t be any need, now would there?<br/><br/>Though misfortune in itself has a habit of following him at times, his vacation within one of the peaceful settlements in those Savage Lands was already ruined. Fires were blazing, people were screaming, blood was being spilled, and then there was the laughter and hollering of the savage beasts that raided this settlement. Ah, good times, Kagi could reminisce in the distant past of familiar scenes when he was the one behind the lines commanding the Chaos, now it feels completely different to be in a whole new role amidst it all. Nostalgia almost, but was he lifting a hand to save those in need? Ha! As if that would ever happen, even as the flames blazed around him, he didn’t budge. Sure, the tavern he was inside was burning down around him he was in, but why rise from his seat, the show was just getting started after all!<br/><br/>And what a show it was, that man simply remaining where he perched, the flames and smoke unaffected him inside, his crimson eyes calmly watching as orcs struck down the poor citizens of the town. One after the next, towns people fell, screaming and crying for help; but none would come for them, not at the moment in the least. Of course, Kagi found no amusement in the action going on outside, he had already lived his days in the past as a commander of these acts. None of those ongoings phase him, his expression was blank, there was no glee, no scorn, nothing to be made out upon his visible features. Only the calm gaze of his eyes and the occasional slight movement he may make to brush aside a few of his crimson locks, before he finally took his stand.<br/><br/>The smoke and flames helped in blanketing most of his physique, the crimson robes he adorn were already burnt, leaving visual marks of his lighter and more tighter, ebony attire underneath his red garbs. Indifference shown in his movements as he casually strolled his way through the burning building, ignoring the rafters which fell around him and cries of those in need that were still alive and trapped inside the tavern. Pitiful creatures, those mortals wouldn’t last long, but that wasn’t his problem; there were more important tasks to be had here, than going around and saving every fool that couldn’t look out for themselves.<br/><br/>His calm demeanor never wavered as he entered the threshold of the attack, standing alone within the square as those villagers around him continued to either be slaughtered or captured. By now he was overtly presenting himself to both sides of the conflict, though he didn’t care what attention he attracted. Those orcs were nothing to him, just peons under the command of someone or something more powerful. Where was the bigger fish though? His head turning, shifting, and even as he may not pay the lesser ones no mind, they advanced. They yelled out their battlecries, charging blindly like moths to an open flame; such a sentiment would fit those creatures perfectly.<br/><br/>Like the wavering and swaying of the flames caught in the wind, so did that limber man’s body moved in its own exotic dance. Though his eyes may not been focused on his would be opponents, his body acted naturally, on instinct even; these minor cretins didn’t deserve his full focus. This too was shown as he begun to move more, sidestepping and turning, ducking and dodging, weaving his way through the army of orcs; whom only grew angrier it would seem. Yes, their fury was understandable, their pea-sized brains could register being made fools of, even as his hands made the slightest of touches to topple some of the beasties down to get around them. Never did he exert too much force on his part, they were doing plenty of that on their own terms in putting their full strength behind each attack and often having that build of momentum turn against them. Did they learn from their mistakes? Why, of course not! In Kagi’s former line of work, they were the hulk, the meatshields, the imbeciles one would send out in the bulk of an army as cannon fodder. There was no need for him to tire himself out on such grunts, nor to openly flaunt his own abilities; there was no telling who was always out there and watching, after all.<br/>