The clans are filled with warriors. Very many are enemies and many are allies. But Merrick's and yours are full on foes. Merrick's clan never plays safe, always destructive with anything in their path. Your clan however are smart, using traps and have great defenses. Treaties have tried to be given but no leader on each side can see eye to eye. Merrick is on his first watch, using the fires around him to see out in the fields. His clan has taken refuge in the trees, the forest their advantage. Your clan chooses places near any body of water.

He hears footsteps behind him. His heart jumps when he realizes it's you from the other clan.

"Stop right there." Merrick draws his sword about to give out the warning signal but his sword flies from his hand from you. An ambush he realizes as he sees more of your clan surrounding him.