Light forested clearing by the river

"Thrice cursed, Gaia damned, Black winged bane of my existence!"

This was the trail end of a colorful string of curses, Sidarin had been spouting. The bloody Raven had shit on his head! Not only that but when he was jumping around trying to wipe it off he had slipped. Now he was covered in... He didn't actually know but it smelled foul. The Varan man had called is Surströmming, whatever that was. Either way it was horrendous.

So horrendous that Specter and his hose refused to get near him. So Sid had to walk to the river by himself to wash off. Without further adieu he does just that. He flings himself face first into the water. His clothes could be dried out later, getting the gunk off took priority. Sid was so caught up in his own anger, he didn't notice that Cat was barely twenty feet away up stream.

Sid had flopped over on his side to scrub off the... whatever, when he heard a voice. He wipes water from his eyes and looks up at... that bloody woman. Did she just insult him? She bloody did! He'd have thought she would have learned her lesson. Still so far as he was concerned they were square. No point stirring up a fight... yet. He continues to scrub off the filth on his armor and hair. He says only half paying attention to her.

"Really fox kit? I would have gone with bear cub. Funny coincidence meeting you here. Washing down your desert with a drink of water?"

Sid bristled at her words and bit back a hasty retort. No he was not going to let her get his back up. He swallows his anger and instead focuses on his washing. He produces a bar of lye soap and scrubs hard. As he does so he says trying to sound calm.

"Well I am not going to argue the smell. Whatever this stuff is it is foul. Won't argue the intelligence either, since I fell right into. The hunting part though? I shepherded you into an ambush fairly easily if I recall. So if I am a poor hunter, what does that say about you?"

Even half paying attention he still noticed when she came up behind him. He turned as she raises her and tries to catch it in his arms. If he is successful he will yank her into the river. If she dodges he will just glare at her dangerously. What was this woman's problem? She taunted him then got pissed when he... Oh he had been taunting her back. Blast he was trying to be professional. Ah well that was out the window now. He snaps back at her.

"So you wanted to get a pie in the face then? Or were you just too proud and arrogant to dodge?"

He was about to snap another... Witty? No he wasn't exactly being witty. Snarky reminder, yes that was the right word. Instead he was caught off guard as she lunged at him. Seriously? He had five inches and probably thirty pounds on her what was she thinking? He met her charge straight on catching her wrists.

"What the hell is your problem?"

He manages to get this out, right before something unexpected happens. Her charge knocks him back a bit and he slips on a rock. He falls ass backward into the water.

Sid was busy sputtering water so he doesn't snarl a reply right away. She had managed to get a hand free during the fall and... spit and fire she could punch. His jaw stung from where she got him before he got a hand on her wrist again. He hooks a leg between her legs and tries to reverse their position. Seeking to use his superior size and strength to pin her under him.

"You're the one that was too proud to just say thank you! I saved your bloody life! Or are you going to be arrogant and claim you could have dealt with five armed men by yourself?"

Gaia she was wriggling around like a cat. What the hell was he going to do? He didn't feel like hitting her, but she didn't seem like she was going to calm down. Drowning her a bit was an option... No that was actually worse than hitting her.

"Your going to sell me that load of cow dung and then say I am the only arrogant one here?"

He is distracted enough by his musings, that he doesn't notice that she trying to hook a leg. Or more accurately he doesn't notice until it is too late.

Sid barely managed to avoid getting dunked. When she crawled off he let her go, not like he wanted the fight anyway. Hmm shit he lost his soap during the fight though. Well at least most of the whatever it had been was off of him. The smell was muted now. Scowling Sid trudges diagonally towards the bank. He comes ashore a fair distance from the woman. Bloody hells he was soaked! He begins to strip off his armor and clothing throwing it onto nearby bushes to dry.

Sid is about to strip of his leggings then thinks better of it. She'd probably kill him for that. He stands in his wet clothing for a minute pondering his next move. The chill makes his choice for him. He stomps into the bush, returning a few minutes later with an armful of dead wood. He grabs his flint and steel and sets about making a fire. It isn't long before he has a small blaze going, once he does he heads back into the woods. He searches around until he finds some larger dead wood and with a bit of effort breaks into logs. Back to the bank he stokes his fire and feeds it. Eventually he has a decently sized campfire to keep warm and help dry his clothing.