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"Miss."

The pebble arched in the air and landed in the dirt. He threw a second. It spun out and thunked into the ground.

"Miss." A third was thrown, landing short.

"Miss."

He tossed a forth, and, the little stone tumbling through the air landed in the narrow, hollowed out stump.

Crimson pumped his arm in victroy, before reaching for a forth. However, he was interupted.

"Crimson!" Forks called, stepping out into the forest. "I've got your hundred men right behind me.  They set up camp an the other side of a brook, at a rise in the jungle."

"They're fortifying?" The Archer asked, tossing his forth pebble. His eyes were still on the stump. It went in.

"They are.  They're ready for your orders."

"Who's leading?"

Forks hesitated. "Heartbender."

Crimson grinned, his fifth pebble landing in the stomp. "I bet that was Girth's fine idea."

Forks nodded.

"Alright, go find the girl Dunmer and tell her she has her troops, whatever she wants them for."

Crimson himself was hesitant to commit his men to a fight. Some of them would doubtlessly die. And to save one man? Who wasn't even that good of a leader? He had potential, but then so did most of this group. He was hoping some alternative could be reached, before such measures had to be taken. Crimson wasn't entirely certain he was willing to take them.

Forks had already headed off though, leaving Crimson to his pebble-throwing.