Bears and Warthogs - Ship Wrecked (Invite)

[Kumagan]

Seeing the remains of a small ship that was honestly, cramping their style, Kumagan was looking towards the ship that was shattered in two, his hand still stuck on part of the hull with his clawed fingers trying to spread to shatter it, only knowing that this ship was made with little effort and all honestly would screw them over in the future once again.
Slowly counting his coins in his pocket, having marked them all with their own unique bit of information as he was looking far into the distance, knowing he was absolutely lost too, massive trees, or well, average trees to his own eyes spreading over the landmass that he knew no name too as a population would be quite a challenge to find for the giants who had suprisingly ended up here after happening to break their ship in the midst of learning how to handle it.
Fragments of wood slamming into the nearby shore as the smaller ships that had crashed onto it became a quick indication that this was probably not even a hospitable location...

"Oy, Yha big dimwitted duffoon, can you atleast use those hands of yours and start getting some of these trees de-rooted and prepared to be made into a atleast basic ship?"

Starting to use the nearby ground and his large clawed finger to mark down the requirements for the ship and soon stumbling upon the fact that the heat and moisture needed to slowly bend the wood was not avaible in the slightest...
Missing the fact they had tinder boxes and flint stones at a easy access back at home, looking far over the distance as his body started to stretch upwards.

"Flat boards, or atleast flat on one side, that is what we need Watogan... If we do not atleast get this ship fixed we will not be able to continue this entire challenge put up by that dimwitted fool..."

Only to remember a few of the horrors at sea they could not even manage to touch, slowly clutching his own fist, Kumagan was then faced with a single desire, seeing the cheek of Watogan.
Punching it.
Kumagan wanted to punch it so badly that his ears slightly perked up at the sight of it undefended before then simply delivering a single jokefull attempt of a blow, if he would not pick to avoid said attack, dealing none other than no damage.

It was afterall just some jokefull playing to keep him from getting into the mood of going all out into battle once again afterall!

-Invite : Watogan -

[Watogan]

"I sense a sudden urge to strike you down at the moment, Kumagan."

A Giant faced the oddly calm sky as he finally registered what previously transpired. What a horrendous beginning. A crude blade was partially invasive towards the soil beside him. Damned thing's bound to break at this sudden rate. As the bear of a Giant branded him a "duffoon", Watogan the Warthog groaned. The Giant propped himself up upon his right elbow, staring at his rival with a lazy glare. The Warthog's mind didn't necessarily feel outright there as of yet.

"You're the one waging war with the Sea Kings themselves, you fool."

Watogan began to sit upright. They were barely a day out to sea, if not already multiple beyond his notice, and yet they've already had a shattered boat. Whilst Kumagan listed off the basic materials they required, the Warthog haphazardly grasped for the submerged blade. Suddenly, of all times, the Bear decided to make an attempt at his groggy state; launching a lousy strike at his cheek. A palm was raised, albeit somewhat delayed; securely taking hold of the Giant's fist.

"Have more honor than that, Kumagan. I'm barely even awake and wary."

"...And regardless, we're not ones to be so easily defeated in any manner. Don't be such a Human woman and fret over such a minor matter."

Watogan sloppily tossed the fist away, shuffling around to stand, albeit with an audible grunt. The Giant's claymore finally met his fingertips, rising from the soil alongside it's owner. As Watogan stood, however, there was an evident indent where his form once slumbered. There were also a plethora of utterly flattened trees within it. How humorous.

"There. Got you your trees."

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Not getting any caffeine any time soon, is he

Kumagan

[Kumagan]

With the sorry excuse of a man has crushed a few trees, showing some of them still sticking out of his back, Kumagan would give a violent groan, wanting to slam some sense into his head, telling him to get better trees and maybe even knocking his ass into the next week, but he didn't.
Kumagan felt his temper slowly cool down as he saw the trees that were flattened, the wood not having splintered completely as he started to move over to one of the bigger trees, delivering a firm but not full powered blow, his weapon on his back weighing along heavily before the frown on his face turned into a smile, the tree having bend without cracking all too much.

"Usefull... Useable... This is beary fantastic!"

Starting to straighten his body in happiness, a firm kick was delivered to the tree trunk, starting to use the claws on his feet to slowly scratch into it, marking where a firm slash could toppel the tree as his arms would be lifted upwards.
Going to catch this behemoth of a log that was sticking up to the sky, being to them what a normal tree would have been yet with their strange growths it made him all too much excited!

"Thank Elbaf! Thank our ancestors! Watogan, you grumpy piece of a so and so! These trees will be able to do fine!"

Grasping the trees that were flattened and starting to look at them in better detail, even to the finest splinter... Honestly? It was to compensate for his lack of knowledge, he knew the basics, he knew the needed amounts of information and he knew how to do small precision work for sections that 'small' giants were to be living in.
Yet the sensation of having something that was beyond his understanding already appear simply caused him to desire to have that trained talent grow more and more to find even more to build their ship out of.

"Cut the trees! We need atleast seventeen of them! Because we can actually remake our longboat with this, it shall be none more than a emergency vehicle but it should take the waves atleast a little bit better as these trees seem capable of taking a hit or two!
Its nothing akin to the old legends of trees that could shrug off the blows of devil users or become capable of firing machines out of themselves, these simply bend.
Bending trees! Wow! What a mystery right? Well, for us it can actually be molded into the basic parts of the ship along with our tusks and claws as methods of working it!"

Hoping you would now slice the tree down so he could catch it with a grunt and put it down to the ground, only to have it repeat another sixteen times.

[Watogan]

The Giant's blade sat an angle as the Bear went on and on about their situation; even about the trees he required. Thanking their homeland and their ancestors. Surely they mustn't be so easily thanked, albeit still properly honored. Watogan began to pick at the trees apparently residing upon his back, tossing them behind Kumagan.

"If you say so. Be sure to make less of a inattentive mention of our ancestral brethren, as well. We're not to make them a higher power; we're to respect them as warriors long past."

The Warthog was soon told to chop up to seventeen trees. Rather specific, albeit fair enough; their ship was an excessive size as is. With a complying grumble, the Giant trudged along into the depths of the nearby forest. However, perhaps "forest" would be a bit light of a term; it'd be damn well near a jungle, or perhaps some super forest for other races. The Giant's blade scraped against the bare earth as he approached his first immediate target.

"Starting here, Kumagan."

Watogan's tone was meager, albeit firm enough to be audible from a fair distance. Still a bit groggy, it seemed. Shifting his weight, promptly grasping the blade with both palms, the Warthog prepared a strike to cleave the wood in twain! With a significant grunt, the blade slammed into the surface at a diagonal angle; facing downwards. Even when drowsy, Watogan was primed to swing a blade of his own design. The attempt at a cut was swift, albeit quite simple. A two-handed slash. An outrageous crack was audible from a distance. The wood was sure to be cleaved. Unfortunately, it was only enough to cleave roughly half of the trunk through.

"...Bah."

With another swing of the ultimately crude blade, however, the tree wasn't able to withstand it. With a crisp snap, the bark fumbled onto the ground with a thunderous crash. Wasting little time, Watogan soon found himself hurling the sturdy material at his comrade. A mere action of leaning to grab hold of the thing. One down, quite a number yet to go.

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Kerblammo there's another post; a miracle this is.

Kumagan

[Kumagan]

Clutching his fists, Kumagan had his eyes grow into glints for a second as his beastial nature almost took controll to let him dodge out of the way, instead catching it with his bare hands, the leather wrappings scraping against his flesh and starting to get a vicious answer out of his mouth as a swear soon became apparant, smiling lightly in all honesty.

"There we go. That is what i need..."

Slowly trying to morph his limb, wanting to only get a sharper set of nails on his fingers before starting to slowly scrape the wooden layer of the top, using his fists to dent the wood even further and starting to carve the top out and flatten it out.
It was crude, it was dangerous, but it was almost like a form of art when Kumagan was busy slamming his fists down onto the blade, one of the moments where his barbaric style didn't shine through as the lessons from his artisan comrades slowly became apparant in the way he handled himself.
Another crack of wood flying past his cheek as it continued to rain down more and more, a flurry of blows that soon became a vortex of splinters as the final flattened part was finished, using his small nail to mark a single 1 on the top, knowing he can still scrape it off later with his claw before then looking at the smaller trees, slowly taking their bark and letting it soak in some sea water that he made a little gap for in the ground and nudging Watogan.

"Come on, start on the chopping duty, we need alot more."

[Watogan]

The Giant persisted in his newfound task to slice trees in half. With each ear-splitting crack, a trunk split in twain, be it partially or entirely. Watogan himself, meanwhile, found himself finally awakening fully after a time. The effort required to "slay" a mere piece of timber apparently was enough to truly stir a Giant. Strikes were firm and swift, with barely enough movement to be considered careful or calculated. There was some skill, yes, albeit not enough to prove himself a properly trained swordsman. A brutish warrior, perhaps; akin to his comrade.

However, the blade dulled, as it did for nearly a century. The blade itself was chipped and scratched; horrendously so. An actual blacksmith would've been utterly disgusted at the sight of it. Now, splinters riddled the chips here and there. There was never truly enough to sustain the requirements for proper repair. The Warthog possessed a kit, however there were scare materials about. Hell, the grip was the reason he forced himself to learn how to skin a typical Human-sized cow. Wasn't enough leather, unfortunately.

It was several rubbery logs later that Watogan returned from the depths of his thoughts. Still didn't feel to proper, after all. Perhaps there was still seawater about him. There was an evidently straight line of felled timber beside him, each stump in an equally evident line. Must've been entirely distracted, then.

"This'll be enough after a few more, yes?"

Nearly thirteen of them. It appeared as if Kumagan was utilizing his supernatural power for this. The "Kuma Kuma no Mi", or whatever it might have been. What a strange thing, it was. Dismissing the thought, Watogan returned to slicing the damned wood into haphazardly cut pieces.

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Kumagan