Sikyatavo is visible.
They called for him, and he rose from his seat in the Town Hall with a smile. So, they had come to demand what was rightfully theirs, yes? Well, they had taken some of his, and he had taken some of theirs; it was justice and balance, the only true kind. But, he would face this... Marino, or whatever the scouts had told him her name was. The bunch of inbreeds and broken families could hardly dent the shield of his strong Guardians. Exiting the Town Hall, he called out for Wematin, and as soon as he held the male's gaze motioned for him to follow, bringing some Guardians with him. The femme, the leader of the misfits, she would not be dumb enough to come alone - and neither would he. He walked the distance on foot with ease, taking his time. Sikyatavo hopped easily at his side, always in front and eagerly spying ahead as if looking for treasure. The Hare's eyes held a furious spark these days, and Maska was glad to please his Spirit Guide.
When they arrived, there were many of them. The Marino was easy to pick out, as she appeared fiercely dominant with no respect for whose land she tread. Maska simply miled at her hostility, knowing full well that his Guardians (and himself) mirrored her exact pose. He had full confidence that they could throw the whole lot of filth off his lands if they were pushed to do so. Still, he said nothing, but waited for her to lash out at him. When she did, he could see his warriors in action, and it would be glorious. Sikyatavo bristled with anger.
He waited.