North of Jasumin Lake there lay a bandit camp, twenty strong and well armed and armoured. They had been harassing the local trade routes and smaller villages and towns for over a month now, having moved in from Canelux after being forced from their base there. They had covered their tracks well on the way out from Canelux after stealing a boat and forcing a couple of the crew to sail them across the ocean.

However, they hadn't done a good enough job of covering their retreat, which was why to two warriors were currently watching them from a short distance a way. The pair were waiting for just a bit longer before moving in to kill them and remove the threat they posed.

Lokir grinned slightly, he wasn't wearing any armour, he didn't have a sword with him, he didn't either anyway. His face wasn't known in Parvpora as well as it was in Canelux since he didn't come here often, so it was nice to move around incognito without having to do so. He looked to Basse with the same grin. ”This should be fun I think.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Since 'that day' during the war she had been rather cool with Lokir, ignoring him now and then. She was in every way right to do, after he had cheated on her if he hadn't been immortal he would have likely been dead, or at least in a lot of pain.

Lokir could never take back the foolish thing he had done, but he could, and had been trying, to make it up to the warrior woman that he loved since that time. This whole thing they were doing now, tracking and soon to be eliminating, these bandits was Lokir's idea. It was his idea of taking Basse out for a good time, maybe odd to some, yes, but it was a fight that Basse liked to get into for fun now and then and Lokir wasn't far from that himself. Bandits like these made for easy and consequence free kills, which was fun for some.

Looking back to Basse again. ”When you're ready.” He nodded, once she made her move he'd be right beside her to move in for the attack. The question was; would they go in for a stealth start to the coming slaughter? Or would they just walk in like they owned the place and start the killing in the loudest ways possible? Either way was fun!

To say that Basselina was furious with Lokir was an understatement. She could barely be in the same room with him before she punched a wall or threw something. The huntress had begun to take her anger and frustrations out in a more creative outlet by doing what she did best. Hunting, trapping and making furs. Of course, this was all just as passive-aggressive as one would expect from her.

She only hunted the biggest and baddest bears around Bohar… and boy did Lokir know how pissed she was. The fort found itself having more bear rugs, bear blankets, and pretty much anything else that Basselina knew how to make out of bear hide and products. The barbarian had moved out of her lover’s room and took up an empty guest bedroom with the intent to stay in that room until Lokir proved himself. She had calmed down if only because of the way she was taking it out… So she began to just ignore him whenever they were in a room together. Rarely did she talk to him and she figured eventually either he would snap or she would get over it.

Would Basse leave him? She could have… She should have. However, she didn’t for the fact that she knew the woman that had caused this rift was… Well, that was her job. Dalanesca was a woman of lust and even Lokir could fall victim to it. Still, the knight had a lot to prove to his lover and soon he was asking her to go on a trip together.

Basselina was just as unprepared as Lokir was. She was busy cracking her knuckles and eyeing the camp. “Maybe so.” Once more she cracked her knuckle good while watching Lokir this time. Her face had the look of disappointment across it. She hadn’t smiled at him in a good long while. Not since the day, Dalanesca turned their world upside down. Maybe it would have been better if Lokir had hid it but he hadn’t even had a choice in that matter. Not with that woman.

Without another word the large woman began to make her way into the camp. She wasn’t at all stealthy about it but she took a rather large rock and hurled it at the watchmen. It hit him so hard in the head that she had heard the crack from where she stood. The strong scent of iron hung in the air from the impact. Dead on impact it appeared.

She was still angry and she fought best when angry. They were in a tiny fort like area that had a gate and god damn if she wasn’t gonna make sure they knew they were there. She took her mighty leg and smashed it into the tall gate of the fort. It was a splintering sound of many wooden planks breaking all at once as the fort gate caved in crushing some men that had come to see what the cracking sound had been.

There were screams of panic and of orders being given. One of the archers who had been near the wall took aim at Basse but she was faster than she looked as she grabbed another man and hurled it into him. The arrow had released impacting the thrown victim and the archer knocked over and off the platform. This would be a glorious display as she grabbed two others and smashed their skulls together. Her angry blue eyes glaring right at Lokir. The cracking was enough to realize she had enough power to smash a skull. Perhaps that was all the reminding the werebear god needed.

When Basse cracked her knuckles again while looking at him with that look, Lokir frowned, clear disappointment in himself painted on his face. He missed her smile, she hadn’t since finding out what he had done, and in truth he didn’t deserve to be smiled at at the moment. He needed to earn her respect and love back again, and there was little he wasn’t willing to do to win her heart back again. She hadn’t left him, not yet, so Lokir knew there was still a chance. This was all beyond him being a God, it just came down to him being a man and the love their shared.

Lokir followed close behind Basse, watching as she threw the rock and killed a man easily with it. Damn that was good aim! If he wasn’t immortal, even as a werebear, Lokir would have been, not scared, but very respectful to a woman like Basse. She wasn’t human, despite her looks, and she was extremely strong to boot, even rivalling Lokir’s strength when he wasn’t backing it up with Divine Strength.

Basse made their entrance into the fort by kicking the door in and the fight was on. Lokir peeled off to the other direction from Basse. One man ran at Lokir with a sword raised up. Lokir side stepped and gut punched the man doubling him over, he then wrapped his arms around the man’s midsection and Lokir flung himself backwards. Lokir did a more or less flip, but instead of coming down on his own head, all of the weight from the flip was focused into the bandit’s neck and shoulders, breaking his neck and as his spine compressed almost breaking that as well. He was dead as he rolled to the ground and Lokir was back to his feet, just in time to watch Basse, and she glared at him, smash two men’s heads together.

Lokir winced, he wasn’t foolish enough to miss the message behind that action.

But his attention was forced away from Basse when more bandits started to come out of their tents to attack. The bear God smiled, he hadn’t had a chance to cut lose since the invasion and, in truth, still had some emotional issues to work out because of his mother and sister getting killed during the invasion, and they weren’t even in the fighting!

Lokir got his arms up in a boxer’s ready stance as on his wrists his grey magic formed some protective cuffs, giving him an option to block swords. Not that he really needed them, but he was always one to try and practice and fight like he didn’t have Divine Strength, just in case. He took off at a run to meet them, ducking under a sword swing while at the same time throwing an arm out to clothesline a poor fool. With a grin on his face Lokir leapt forward on his next foot fall and threw out a punch into a man’s face who hadn’t expected Lokir to dive in like he had. He was dead as he hit the ground as Lokir wasn’t holding anything back, using the full strength that he could bring to bare on these fools.

At the last moment blocked a sword meant for his head, pushing the blade aside as he moved into the man’s defences. Two rapid punches later the man was reeling back with no air in his lungs but he didn’t have time to get that breath back as Lokir gave him an upper cut that literally took his head off. Before the head hit the ground Lokir had bicycle kicked another in the chest hard enough to break his ribs and force the pieces into his lungs, he wouldn’t last long on the ground.

Lokir reached behind him as she stepped to one side grabbing a man’s wrist as he tried to stab Lokir in the back. The God pulled him forward and into the sword of one of his fellow bandits, impaling him. The bandit who was holding the sword tried to pull the blade out, but before he could Lokir was wrapping his hand around the man’s throat. With a vice like grip Lokir picked the man up with one hand off his feet before slamming him, hard, back down again through a table and then into the ground. The sheer force that Lokir had used broke the bandit’s neck with an audible crack as Lokir released him and looked for his next victim. Glancing back for a moment to see how Basse was doing, not that she would need the help, Lokir just loved to watch her fight.