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Trying to receive the aid of Baranara Sundance would, unfortunately, find the Baranara he was speaking to puffed into smoke as it had its arm pointing in a particular direction. You see while this whole situation unfurled at the first crack of lightening the consul of war had begun to engage in precautionary measures. Those measures, of course, was the evacuation of individuals who weren't particularly keen to combat. Minimizing casualties in hazardous situations was one of the most important things to do as those who don't fight contribute in their own special ways that often quintessential to maintaining a tribe. A medicine man, a palm weaver, a hut builder etc. He was only one man so as a result, he did what was required. He began gathering enlisting and directing mist wraiths dumbfounded to start clearing the market district. This was no place for a fight. This was the worst place for a fight, second only to the agricultural sector. The people whom stared at the black haired boys opposition of their leader, their kage, they would have to remain awestruck if they were too enamored to listen to the now organized group of authorities.

It was here thusly now, the fight that unfurled was going unnoticed. That was until a loud shouting brought the situation to his attention finally. The dense headed consul would hear for the most part "GET AWAY FROM LORD ORAGOR!" This was loud enough that the man could finally connect what it was that was occurring. Oragor was fighting. Fighting something or a someone by the namesake Shadow. Those that needed to be vacated were being vacated by the wraiths whom he'd snapped into reality. When he finally got to the scene. "NO MORE! IT OVER!" The ground began to shake beneath Oragor and Shadow. A bulb of something seemed to sprout between them. It was in this that what was to happen could be determined easily. Something big was about to come out.

In that moment of realization, a large bamboo trunk would erupt from beneath Oragor's feet on an ascent that would connect with shadow if neither of the two separated themselves from one another. It would also, unfortunately, also serve to comically rise in a manner that would be cutting off Kokuei's put Tackle which would cause the thing to shake and make a boyyoiyoing sound if he'd connected. Standing several feet high and wide it could be compared to a palm tree's trunk in the middle of the market square. Onlooker's dispersed as the gathered Mist Wraiths replaced them in their circle. Baranara parting them only to be un the other end. Shadow would both be surrounded and pincered. Surrounded by the villages guards now, and pincered by this new muscular face and the man he deemed a villian but this 'tribe' deemed a hero.

"Be standing down now outsider! Less you incur wrath of village as whole!" Baranara's addition suddenly removed some remaining spectators from the daze they were in. Cries of 'Yeah' and 'You wanna die!' with various other verbal assaults were being directed at Shadow. Some would go so far as to throw debris, and old food etc. He was essentially being boo'ed Sundance's mantra aided in increasing the townspeople's morale. Shadow for what it was worth, in this scenario lost the minute he bore arms in a village ruled by the man he was assaulting. Shadow may have seen Oragor the villain but here, there was no one more villainous than the man who believed himself to be the hero saving its people from a threat of which they were all unawares. Perhaps at face value Oragor could be seen as notorious, but with a man like Baranara beside him in his rule to placate the peoples worry of such things. It would be good luck to shadow to try convince them otherwise.

"BAH! WHY FIRE! FIRE BAD! NOT IN VILLAGE! Baranara, in order to minimize damage to facilities as expected of him, stomped his foot on the ground. To get his grounding, after some hand seals the wind seemed to pick up but really it was the rustling of a large number of leaves like an instructor with a baton he'd guide the leaves to perform a sweeping circle to smother Oragor's earlier flames as the green from their water content desperately tried to survive the flames as they turned to ashes while simultaneously if not 'barely' quelling the flames filling the air with black vegetation and ash the rest would have to be left to the fire outing effort tending to the surroundings and building. A bit upset with Oragor's response but at the same time Baranara rose his hand to halt any enclosing mist wraiths towards the tumbled Shadow.

He would take a step forward only for the assailant to vanish. "BAH!" Baranara's eyes narrowed displeased. "Cowardice." with that statement he exhaled through his nostrils as he placed his weapon on his back watching the crowds who weren't rowdy start ousting the fire remnants. He'd then raise his hand a signal to disperse the crowd as the mans eyes slid to Oregano. Approaching his kage and for the most part friend even if he was faking that honor Baranara cricked his neck before inquiring sounding rather unenthused and less than ecstatic. "What that about? You no telling me thing? Cheh. It not matter. Looking at the mist wraiths he said one word. "Find." with nods from those who weren't de rowdyfying the civilians or aiding the effort they dispersed. He was still a little upset with Oragor's method of cessation. Someone descending from a clan of plant users there was two things to be disliked flames and frost the guiltiest of elements for wroughting death to crop.

As a mist wraith walked by Baranara stopped him by the should. "Be checking all who not belong here for mark." letting the boy go who was shakily frightened he was about to say something else in a panic dashed off. Heading into the building where Erza welcomed Grey he seemed less than confident about having to partake in interrogation. "EEEE..EXCUSE ME MMMM MISS ERZA? A..A Suspicious person? Did you h...happen to see one an..anywhere who..who may not have a mark on their hand?" Whether Erza would defend her new refugee in favor of getting the aforementioned food or throw the poor gal to the wolves or have her back was to be decided. Baranara aptly had decided to spread the forces of Kokorogakure to find the assailant a matter of who would find Shadow first between the village and his friends and associates was left to time and resources.

But of course the most suspicious thing, at least to Baranara was the unconscious heap. Walking up to him past Oragor with a scowl of clear levels of upset he'd lightly begin kicking the pineapple head until he came to for questioning. "You! Being getting up! You knowing the attacker! Information, be giving now. No lie. ME KNOW." a clear lack of his usual jolliness. If there was a threat in the village, the one that was made with the hearts of those he considered his new tribe he would not stand for treason. Despite it being a simple mistake in identity the mishap very well could have led to the injury or possible death of the inhabitants. Something intolerable and Baranara despite his thick headedness did not like this sudden lack of information.