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"To be honest, neither did those secluded in that villa", points out the clown, his mask shifting to a perked up smile "Never the less, I am glad you did see that too. Yes...the men who were thrown out like wretches to rot and die were acoasted by those amazons. They saw something that none of the shiny men would have bothered to. See, the men who weren't given a chance to make their places among their peers due to their...let's say physical differences were crafty. They knew how to work medicine like no other would, even those supposed elites at the craft. A will to survive while trying to cling to one's humanity via autruism can go a long way to making someone good at a craft. But, as you may see, those in authority did not see it..."

The scenery of siege is dissipated by the arrival of the previous one, at the camp, where a few amazons can be seen approaching the men dejected by their society, all huddled at the campfire. Broken, left by themselves, yet trying to revigorate one another. Noting this, the amazons present slowly survey the place. Well, survey the men would be more accurate. Only to leave, coming back with greater numbers as the process repeats a few times.

Until a blue-leathered one comes into play. Hair braided like swindeling rivers, she asks the camp of rejects for the first to exiled. The man present himself, all too weak to present a proper salutation. Yet, his health condition appeared to be flawless. Something her tribal gaze caught on quickly. In a sudden burst of passion, she grabs him by the side to have him walk at her side as the rest proceed to claim their own weakened guest.

"Now, one would think they'd just claim them right there and there. But nope, they started patching them up before introducing them to to the tribe" speaks the clown, puppeteering the countless avatars of men and amazons being formely introduced, this time, on equal footing. The man, infinitely grateful for their unusual hospitability asking to name the price of such generosity.

"To heal them back..." Joseph says as the newly arrived avatars of men are presented with staves, scepters, focuses. "This amazon tribe had an unusual defiency of healers, most of them persistent on donning the warrior way. Healing here used to take days, even with their monsters physiology. With a pack of people not only self-trained in the verse of medical tools and ingredients, but with a reinforced spirit energy for arcane methods, this tribe had basically struck jackpot. A jackpot that those in the villa had 'wasted' because of their appareance".

An appareance that the individual amazons would reinforce with bones infused in mending amplifiers such as herbs, symbols and more. "As they returned to the camp to pick up more 'unappreciated', they would be presented to the one who brought them here. Learning of their ways, the boundless value of their place in this tribe slowly morphing to a more respectable society while the singular amazon and the rejected man would inevitably close their bonds. A bond sealed in matrimony as she would gather or hunt the best bones to make armor out of, and decorate her adorned husband's parts he considered most shameful. An implicit way to state to him that to her, these did not matter in her eyes..."

Joseph continues to weaves his marionnettes, a singular amazon placing the bones bleached in pure white on a man who's hand had a slight bloat to it, just enough for most to consider it an abherration with sovereign care and precision. The thing would then end with an embrace, as shaman, as warrior, the two held by bonds of bones, each clad in. "This would be the reason why each of the exiled has different parts to them".

Joseph swingly sways his hands like he was throwing a gust of wind, causing the illustration to dissipate, making place for the siege to return, this time with the gates breached "But anyway, now to the good stuff..." He bruefly turns his mask to the prankster Eziko "You wanted to know what now? Well..."

He brings one of his thumbs to his index of the same hand in a circle, gradually separate them as to make a particular section of the siege magnify for all to see. The movement depicted an amazon in short hair pummeling an order knight at the helmet with the pummel of her claymore. The man's helmet is smashed with little effort from that single strike, his face catching most of the blunt trauma in a loss of balance. An arrow stitched to her back is pulled in a quick fashion by one of the exiles bearing the skull of a deer, his face completely encapsulated. As the arrow is pulled away, his other hand is currently pouring a thick geen liquid on the wounded area, all while she's in combat.

"As you can see here, just about the most one-sided beating the shiny men ever had the displeasure of experiencing" Joseph articulates, trying not to laugh from the goofy visage of pain the pummeled one is forced under "So, first, they tried assailing them with arrows, but they bashed away, as you saw before. What next? Well, close range, of course...that didn't work quite well. It's rather hard to kill something if something else is constantly holding it up to a pedestral with streams of cure".

The offenders, pouring in the city via groups of two, couples, ignore the civilians that were to be caught in the crossfire of the ensuing battle. Joseph makes sure that this part is explicit, showcasing countless civils being walked aside like fragile vases held on a flimsy pillar, only ever going for the armed soldiers "Which brings me to my third point. You try to kill something with range, the thing swipes it away. You try to mow it down while injured, but something else is healing it, right in the midst of battle. What do you do then?"