[h1][color=lightyellow]Karkadin Gatoa[/color][/h1]
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They were all in a proper company now, working their way through the thick of Maceron’s undead blight. Kane, Pietro, Anna, Wizzlebee (and his company), and Karkadin. A unsightly band of liberators if ever there was one. The dorak wasn’t at all familiar with the lot of them but, a crisis like this had a strange way of bringing people together. [i]Strange[/i] people, at that.

“Hey! Hey! Over here! Help!”

The company stopped, and turned towards the source of the plea. A young woman, standing atop a fine manor’s roof. Her call for help bred a moment of pause and (admittedly one-sided) bickering between the knight and the gnome. Where to have her once they rescued her, to stay safe from all this. As they went, Karkadin elected to get things done a little more quickly. Through the words, Karkadin stood up atop Bruk’s shell, and stretched his legs over the space towards his horn. He took a moment to secure his balance, placing one foot after the other at a good spot between the spikes. He gripped the surface with his two big toes, and at that point, he was ready.

Just as Kane said to Wizzlebee he’d be counting on him to keep the girl safe, Karkadin called out, “Yuda!”

Bruk immediately clicked and poised himself, legs reaching upwards, bottom off the ground, head lowered. In one quick movement, he shot his head upward, flinging Karkadin off of his horn and upwards into the air, just above the roof of the manor. He flailed a bit as a he soared, arching over the roof's edge. The beetle’s immense strength gave Karkadin all the force he needed to land on the roof, a bit away from the girl. He gripped a nearby window’s edge to catch his footing, and once he stabilized himself, turned to the girl.

“You alright?” He asked.