Grant and Gimp assured Asukem that they would accompany the chieftain to the following location and safeguard the Tribal folk Village and their leader in case the poachers showed up. The chieftain quickly agreed as he emerged from the tent, stating, "I am in favor of this plan; you all go search for K'witkwaka." With everyone on board with the mission, they all headed toward their respective destinations.

Grant, Gimp, and the chieftain made their way to the new village location. Walking a few steps behind Grant and Gimp, the chieftain suddenly looks up, a realization dawning on him. "Grant, Gimp, it just occurred to me that I never actually told you my name."

Grant glanced back at the chieftain and responded, "You're correct; you didn't." Gimp hopped onto Grant's shoulder and inquired, "Oh wow, so what's your name?" A grin appeared on the chieftain's face as he disclosed, "I am Chief Tiggerson Flowingmists." Gimp fluttered over to Tiggerson and settled on his shoulder, remarking, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tiggerson." Chieftain Tiggerson gazed at Gimp, seeing something extraordinary. He witnessed the magical aura emanating from Gimp's body. With a smile, the chieftain heard a faint voice, "Do not reveal. I will reveal myself in due time." Tiggerson nodded quietly and replied, "Likewise, nice to meet you, Gimp."

After navigating treacherous slopes and murky streams, they eventually stumbled upon the village of the Tribal folk. The Tribal folk greeted Grant, Gimp, and their leader with joy. They eagerly assisted in setting up their campsite when suddenly, Grant and Gimp overheard a southern voice exclaiming, "Well, shucks! Lookie here, y'all! Them critters done been hidin' in this here spot! Get ready, boys, 'cause we done found our target!"

Tiggerson swiftly turns around, ready to face the challenge ahead, and firmly declares, "I won't allow you ignorant bigots to harm any of my people." With a distinctly Southern accent, one of the boys readies his crossbow and takes aim at Tiggerson, tauntingly stating, "Well, let's just stop all your hurtin', you wild critter!" The sound of the crossbow releasing echoes through the air as a bolt hurtles towards Tiggerson. Despite his advancing age, he stands his ground, bracing himself for the impact, closing his eyes, and preparing for the inevitable pain. However, to his surprise, the bolt never finds its mark.

Tiggerson's eyes snapped open to find Gimp perched on his shoulder, surrounded by purplish-blue runes on his arms. A crossbow bolt hit an invisible barrier as Gimp smirked and reassured, "Don't worry, chieftain Flowingmists..." Grant charged at the poachers with a determined look, shouting, "We've got your back!" Grant swiftly kicked one poacher, then used him as a springboard to kick another. He finally knocked down the last one before assuming a fighting stance with his daggers glancing at the elderly poacher.

Tiggerson gave Grant a quick look, and Gimp swiftly took off from Tiggerson's shoulder and landed on Grant's shoulder. Gimp spoke up, addressing the poachers, "Pay attention and listen carefully!" Grant added, "These folks are under our care. If you want them, you'll have to get through us! And even if you manage to defeat us..." Gimp interrupted, "You'll still have to face the formidable Coveringrock siblings and Asukem!"

Tiggerson's eyes fill with tears as he cries with pride, "This is why the spirit guided me to rescue the boy." Tiggerson drops to his knees and implores Gimp and Grant with tears streaming down his face, "Friends of Asukem, I beg you to save my people!" Gimp and Grant simultaneously say, while fixing their gaze on the poachers, "Absolutely."

The old poacher glances at the youngsters on the ground, calling out, "Hey there, Cooter, Bucko, and Jay-bo! Y'all better rise 'n shine, fellas. Don't let them critters run the show!" Suddenly, two shadowy wolves emerge as the old poacher adds, "Y'all tryin' to keep us from huntin' these critters? Seems like y'all are just makin' yourselves easy pickin's!" he gestures towards them as the shadowy wolves lunge. The young poachers quickly rise to their feet, one apologizing, "Sorry, Pa!" another promising, "Ain't gonna occur no more, Pa." the last one declares, "We gonna bring 'em down and keep our sisters and Ma safe, 'cause we love 'em so much."

Grant observes as the young poachers stand up, realizing that his previous attempt to stop them only humiliated them. Nevertheless, he calls out to Gimp, "Do you think you can take care of those hounds?" Gimp soars into the sky and conjures black-like symbols around his arms, declaring, "I'm already on it!" He hurls purplish flames from his hands while suspended in mid-air. The hounds abruptly cease their attack and glare up at Gimp, growling menacingly. However, Gimp taunts them by making faces and launching more bolts of purple flames at them.

Gimp managed to hold off the hounds while Grant geared up for another confrontation with the poachers. As the poachers brandished their hunting knives, one of them declared, "Y'all ain't gonna touch our sweet sisters and our precious Ma!" Then, two of them lunged at Grant, aiming their knives at him.

Grant deflected their strikes with his daggers, but the brothers were relentless in their assault. Then, a glint of silver flashed in Grant's eyes as he grimaced and stepped back, "You two are despicable! You condemn these innocent people just because they are different, yet you commit the most heinous act imaginable! Twisting love for your family in a sick way!" With a swift motion, he parried their attacks, assuming a defensive stance and aiming his daggers at them. He locked eyes with one of the younger poachers and shouted, "Beast Slaying Art: Silver Cross!" In an instant, Grant materialized behind the poacher, who was met with a silver cross in front of him; blood sprayed, and the poacher collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

Gimp shoots a quick glance at Grant, his face filled with astonishment, as he had never witnessed Grant fight with such intensity before. The other two poachers, concerned and shocked, gaze towards their fallen brother. Their attention then shifts to Grant as one of them charges towards him, shouting in anger and swinging his crossbow, demanding an explanation for his brother's demise, "Why in tarnation did ya go and kill my brother, you varmint!" Grant swiftly assesses the situation, deflecting the attack from the young poacher. With a swift knee to the side and a precise slash to the neck, Grant incapacitates him, swiftly maneuvering behind him. The young poacher lets out a pained groan, clutching his bleeding neck in an attempt to stop the flow. 

Grant activates his gauntlets, releasing a stream of silver liquid down his blades. With a swift motion, he raises them high and shouts, "Beast Slaying Art: Silver Fangs!" A spectral image of a silver snake baring its fangs materializes as he plunges his daggers into the young poacher's back, allowing the silver liquid to seep into the wounds. Grant then propels himself into a backflip, extracting the daggers from the poacher's body. The young criminal collapses to the ground with a heavy thud, coughing up blood before succumbing to his injuries.

The third poacher watched in horror as Grant finished off his brothers. Gimp, on the other hand, was impressed by Grant's newfound fighting spirit. However, Grant was caught off guard when the third poacher grabbed his crossbow, cocked it back, and shot it at him. The loud snap of the crossbow drew Grant's attention, but Gimp quickly dove to his side, summoning purplish blue runes around his arms. Standing in front of Grant with his arms outstretched, he shouted, "Reflecting Barrier!" The crossbow bolt hit the barrier, turning into ash. The ashes then transformed into bolts of flames that shot back at the third poacher, engulfing him in black flames.

The young poacher cries out in agony, darting and thrashing about like a headless chicken, colliding with the dark hounds, instantly taking them out. The elder poacher gazes at his three lifeless sons, muttering sadly with fury, "Cooter...Bucko...Jay-bo...Mah darlin' young'uns..." He glares angrily at Grant and Gimp, then begins to rush toward them while shouting in wrath, "Y'all done gone and took my young'uns away from me; reckon it's high time I bring you down!"

Grant sprints towards the elderly poacher, then gracefully leaps into the air as Gimp's spectral tendrils wrap around his arms. With a wave of his hands, Gimp conjures a mesmerizing orb of mystical energy and hurls it towards Grant. The orb detonates, transforming into a colossal rune right before Grant's eyes. Simultaneously, Grant and Gimp exclaim, "Enhancing Ancient Art: Silver Demon Strike!" 

In a blink of an eye, Grant materializes behind the older man. At the same time, three illusory versions of himself manifest in front of the bewildered poacher, brandishing blazing blades. The poacher's eyes turn a ghostly white as he coughs up blood. Collapsing to the ground, the elderly poacher ignites into a brilliant silver flame. Gimp perches himself on Grant's shoulder as Grant, his gaze fixed on the poachers, mutters, "Disgusting bastards." He then spits disdainfully onto the ground. Grant and Gimp assisted Tiggerson and the tribal people in getting the village ready after the battle was over.