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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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Nehaalista had watched Kang for some time. Though her initial reason had been to see him over some Council business, when she saw just what he was exerting himself over, the paladin thought better of it. Everyone had needed a way to release steam, and Kang was no different.

Quietly, she approached, and tested the body of one dead goblin (so similar to the ones in Azeroth) with a hoof. [What troubles you?]

Sonic had idly decided to use this time to get back some training with using Caliburn, left pretty much idle since that Marriage Planet business. However, his choice of Sensoriums to train with were left lacking and he found himself checking out the scenes of carnage. He let out a low whistle before speaking up.

"Sounds like someone's not in a happy mood." he said, off-handedly. Kang had an axe at the moment. By the looks of it, coming in like he was would get his head cut off, so he stayed on his guard, sword at the ready.

Kang was not the only one who had a good deal on his mind, even after the battle had concluded, he himself couldn't stop dwelling on what had happened during the battle, he had allowed a draconian to ride upon his back, fight along side him. Would he repeat the act were it to have happened again? He didn't doubt it, though it was still food for thought, as well as the the council matters that intruded on his thoughts, especially after the loss of one of their own.

Bight watched Kang silently for a while, he knew well what likely troubled the draconian, indeed, he himself was the source. Nevertheless the Dragon lord stepped forward as Kang dispatched the final Goblin, "Kang, it is good to see not even a battle such as the one past could keep you down,"

"This looks familiar," Aibghalien commented from a vantage point across the hills. The wizard wasn't flying, for once; he simply sat on the curved earth leisurely, legs drawn up and arms folded over his knees. Even he could take a lazy posture, after all. "In some ways your land quite resembles mine, clearly."

A little farther away, Sofia stood with her sword, silently observing. The creatures Kang were fighting were nothing like she had seen in her own world But and as her parents had always told her, 'learning always was one-third of any skill to be learn. The rest is practice.'

Watching how Kang handled and battle-ax was one of those situations. Should he look in her direction, she'd give him a polite wave and a small bow.

"Killing time?" Ildraniath remarked. The bare hint of a dry tone indicated that she'd made the pun intentionally. Or perhaps she hadn't. That was an Eldar for you.

Mal was not always the most gentle with advanced technology, not out of violent ignorance like certain members of his crew, but more from a lack of patience for anything that couldn't withstand the rigors of day to day life. This meant that using the Sensorium was a rather large gamble for the good Captain, and instead of the program he had actually been going for, he instead found himself standing on a field of battle the likes of which hadn't been seen since Earth That Was had been young.

Of course, he was pretty sure Earth That Was hadn't had little green critters fighting a guy like Kang.

Watching the show the Draconian, (Kaylee had beat the correct term into his skull), put on, Mal barely looked to the side as a stray Goblin came charging at him, putting a bullet in the short warrior's head with nary a second thought.

"This sorta thing happen often where you're from?"

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