Vol averted his eyes, not wanting to see any of the men he had come to trust engaged in such an act. He was blessed that he didn't spy them, but cursed that he found a distaste where he didn't expect it to lay. This was part of raiding, after all. A part that the large majority of his men were no doubt looking forward to. A true animalistic predatory side. If he were a true Yarmdon, he would be doing the same.
Instead, he blocked it all out and made for battle, looking for something to test his knife against. Tiny knife that it was, he figured it could at least make even these puny Stormfront many provoke something of a challenge.
He left the crowd of people and wormed his way through the crack right in front of them. They'd drawn back seeing his approach, thinking that he hadn't already spied them. He made an effort to appear defenceless, and unintimidating, trying to lure them out in a good fight.
