Forge walked into the campfire's orange glow, affixing Lydia with a death stare, before sitting down with a huff on one of the rocks surrounding the campfire.
"Lydia... you better not use that weapon again," he rubbed his left eye gently, after the hand left it's spot, there was a black eye.
"Because if I see you with it on the field again... I will snap it in half and crack it over your head." Forge looked at her angrily.
But... surprisingly he softened. Forge smiled.
"Good game. Though me and Shaxx will have to settle it next time." He looked over at the kids around the campfire.
"Without you meddling kids, that is." He chuckled lightly at this, leaning back on the rock. He noticed the new kid, Ras.
"New kid, eh? Well it's good you weren't here for the scrap at the start." Forge said, looking at the well-dressed kid up and down.
"You sure you dressed appropriately for camp?" He laughed heartily, before wincing and rubbing his neck.
@Lydia and
@Airmure