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The foothills of the Khur mountains were covered by long, slightly sticky, brownish-green grass that made annoying clicking noises when the wind blew through them. That clicking noise, however, was completely covered up by the sounds of battle, as Kang faced off against a group of goblins. He turned sideways to dodge a sword with a jagged, rusty blade, and swung his battle-axe, burying it in the goblin's chest. He wasted no time in yanking it out and spinning around to cleanly behead another one that had come up behind him.

He hadn't consciously thought this particular, familiar, location up; he'd just wanted to blow off some steam. He'd had a lot on his mind since the battle had ended.

Most of that was Crucible.

Why had the bronze saved his daughter, and even let her ride on his back in battle? It made no sense to the bozak. Bronzes, like the other metallics, killed his kind.

Growling, he swung again, muttering a curse when his axe blade deflected off of the third goblin's crappy armor and swiftly bringing it back up to parry its spear. Then, he ducked and spun his tail around to knock his foe's feet from underneath him; it was dead from disembowelment before it even had a chance to get back up.

He continued without pause until all eight were corpses, and took a step back, panting from the exertion.

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Kang snorted, voice going quiet, "It isn't just the war. It goes a lot deeper than that. They kill us, Nehaa. Not because we were the enemy, but because we aren't the children they were supposed to have. I've seen the looks on their faces as they killed some of my men and tried to kill me, the revulsion, and I've heard more than a few stories about them calling it a mercy."

He shook his head, cutting short a growl. "No." In truth, he was a bit afraid of what the answer might be. He didn't want to know if they were related.

Nehaalista spread her hands wide, [As you wish. Still remember that my offer will always remain open to you.] She smiled at him, in understanding, though she hoped she'd never have to feel the sting of betrayal that would come from killing one's kin.

It was technicality with the Legion, anyway. Filthy Light-forsaken demons. Nehaalista smoothed a hand over her tabard of the Hand of Argus in thought. The gold weave hadn't managed to fade yet, and for that, she was thankful. [It isn't good to fight alone. I have found it rarely clears my head.] She stood and turned towards him. Her tail flicked against her thighs. [Even if it is against simulated enemies.]

Kang smiled slightly, glancing out at the grass and then her face, "Are you offering to join me in battle?"