@Tom Lyon @Lady Athena

“Merci, Monsieur, you are very kind.” Estelle bowed her head, her lips flicking up into a smile. “To answer your question, oui, throwing knives were part of my training. I keep them hidden, as it does not do for a maid to intimidate her lordship’s guests. As for where I keep them—it would not be ladylike to show you.”

Was it his imagination, or did she wink? Either way, she leaned a little closer--now on the opposite side from Nyx, who she snuck a smile towards--and canted her head as she looked over his arm and at his paper. “Oh la vache, your handwriting is so fine, Monsieur! You have been taking notes all this time and—ah, did I do that? I am sorry for that.”

A red headed, heavily armored, young woman moves as quickly as she could through the string of encampments within the valley. She was running late. It was a terrible way to give a first impression. If she had it her way she would have been early to a meeting. She vowed she would be on time from now on. The woman knight used her steel lance as a walking stick as she strode by various campfires that were not the one she was looking for. The light of the bonfires reflected gracefully against her armor.

Coming up to a decent sized group around a bonfire, She checked the parchment that held her orders. Confident she was finally at the right place, she proudly proclaims, "Greetings, I am known as Victoria Pax, Knight is my profession. I apologize for being late to the gathering, but I am here now. Place me infront a flood of enemies, and I promise I will hold my ground long enough to forge two rivers. Oh, and is this the irregulars under the command of Prince Jarde Devaron? It would be embarrassing if I were in the wrong place again."

@Polaris North @Lady Athena
Eclisse was beside herself, most of everyone were chatting amongst themselves or doing something else entirely. Rule #1: Get to know your fellow warriors, know who your working with and whether or not you can trust them with your life. She could list off all ten of her uncle's rules on how to be a successful mercenary, even #8, but hopefully she wouldn't have to go over rule #8. Might as well get rule #1 out of the way, though mostly everyone was already chatting amongst themselves, all except for Taka, that outlaw who went to most likely "get" more food, the two manaketes, one of which seemed a bit sheepish around Eclisse, the apothecary, and that other noble, Angelise.

If she were more into the money, Eclisse would've tried talking with the noblewoman, though getting to know the more... Unique members of the group might be more beneficial. So she decided on the manaketes, though she may have to be a bit slower with the sheepish one, Nyx. She started with the other one, Myno. "So... I've heard many tales on how powerful you manaketes can be. My uncle introduced me to a manakete once but I never actually got the chance to see him transform, maybe once we're out on the field or training you could show me how your transformation works?" She tried to sound as non-threatening as possible to show Nyx she wasn't to be afraid of, though she was curious as to how Myno would answer.

----Dragonrage Pass----

-Everyone-

When Taka decided to get more food, the young prince thought it was a good idea to go with you. "H-hey, Taka was it? Let me come with you and help you out. We're going to need a lot of food for everyone here after all." He said. "I also need to look for my escort."

He then turned to everyone else. "Everyone, just stay put and continue with the introductions okay?"

-@cloudystar-

You and Jarde make your way along to the supply tents but as you head there, you pass through the encampments of the Varjan contingent. You see sights of their large and bulky-armored warriors sitting around and... preparing their weapons? Varjo's military was always a battle-hungry bunch but you feel as if they are readying for a fight when there should not be any.

Still, you reach the supply area without incident and there you see a blonde, red-armored woman who was quite in a foul mood with the chefs. "What do you mean there's no more of Sir Gert's Special?!" She complained quite loudly. "I personally met with him to make sure there was enough for everyone in this meeting! Including the Dwarves!"

"M-Merilia..." Apparently Jarde knew this irritated woman. "...Please don't cause such a commotion."

The woman name Merilia gasped when she heard Jarde's voice. "B-but my lord! A prince such as yourself must have the finest meals possible...!"

While Jarde continued to calm Merilia down, you had begun your rather questionable method of acquiring food. You have swiped enough food and now you have to return to your peers. You probably need to take Prince Jarde and the red-armored woman with you too.

But as you go about your business, you see several Varjan Warriors approaching you three. You spot their weapons on them and they walk towards you as if they were there for you and not the food.

-Everyone except cloudystar-

Moments after Prince Jarde and Taka leave, a strange and enigmatic figure approaches the bonfire. "Ahh... this must be the camp of... that regiment." The old, hoarse voice said. The figure was an old man whose hair on his head and face were a grayish white. He wore black robes with a few trinkets attached to it. "Very diverse. Just as they said."

However, his voice then became grim. "But are you sure you want to stay in this group?" He asked everyone present. "He has a black streak in his hair. A sign of bad omen at best and an indicator of corruption at worst." He explained, likely referring to Jarde. "At least, according to the legends of The Concilium."

Taka's fear of the close ranged weapons started to kick in a bit more...but his boss was here. He didn't flee and instead goes to his boss...poking him gently in the side. Quickly putting the food away for now on a nearby table, Taka keeps a wary yet shaky hand on his bow as the men kept approaching. Man...people are way too obsessive over things...laugh it out. Hiding his fear, he keeps giggling a bit as he tries to inform the prince and the woman.

"Um...about the food earlier...may have well, taken a bit from the supply tent here. The men weren't really noticing and they were taking too long to eat all the platters of food that was being served so I just grabbed what I can and ate it. Don't know if they're going to be friendly...but if you can get me out of this, I'll be sure to do my best to serve your group. Won't steal from anyone in the group ever unless ordered, swear...but I'm kinda scared here to take care of this on my own. Can you help me please?"

He may be laughing a bit and giggling throughout the conversation he tried to start...but his legs were kinda trembling. His false courage was easy to see through, but he wouldn't leave the captain depending on his answer...

Roane grimaced as Lyth recklessly bounded to the outlaw's platter, bumping into and startling those in his way. With as much shame as a hungry wyvern could muster--which wasn't very much in the first place--he began to scarf up the meats with gluttonous joy. A low groan crawled out of Roane's throat as she stared in dismay.

"Gods, Lyth, have a bit of decency," she grumbled, though the wyvern barely paid attention. "There's royalty present! Lyth..."

With an apologetic smile, she maneuvered her way through the gathered fighters, muttering, "Sorry," and "Pardon," all the while. At last she made her way to her companion, the platter before him completely clean of crumbs and all. She gave Taka a small smile and wave, the beginnings of another apology on her tongue before the Outlaw headed away for more food. Her smile dropped and she cast Lyth a scolding look, only to be met with the draconic equivalent of a careless shrug. Roane rolled her eyes, though the corners of her mouth twitched upwards her so slightly.

However, the smile dropped as a creaky voice carried around the bonfire. A cloaked figure stood by, his black robes faintly illuminated orange by the flickering light of the flames. His face was somber, his ominous words bringing little comfort to the already anxious wyvern rider. Lyth stopped, lifting his head and moving his tail almost protectively around Roane. A low growl, just loud enough for only Roane to hear, rumbled in his throat. Roane laid a gentle hand on his hide, the knot in her stomach tight.

"Pardon me, Sir," she called hesitantly with a small bow, "but who are you? Were you called as well?"

As the wyvern, Lyth, appeared, things started to take a turn for the more chaotic. As Lyth made his way towards Taka, he bumped and made people stumble. The maid had stumbled back and accidentally bumped into Alfred, who had been writing something, and was now ruined or he was distracted. Myno decided on the former when he saw the tactician grumble something under his breath but didn't really get angry at the maid. Well, he'd rather not see much drama in their introductions. However, whatever he seemed to be writing piqued the interest of both the maid and Nyx, as they looked over Alfred's shoulder to look at what was written.

Taka then excused himself and then headed for the mess hall to get more food along with Prince Jarde. Then more introductions came - Cylus Thael, a swordsman from the same kingdom as him. Myno was sure he had heard the name Thael before but he couldn't put a face on it. He's lived for more than a few centuries now and it's pretty hard to remember every single name and face you find. Next was Eclisse, a mercenary from the Archanea as well, Myno was actually surprised how many of them were from the same kingdom. Then again, Myno didn't exactly grow in Archanea so maybe he did not count? Anyway, Eclisse seems to be sellsword, and he was pretty sure that she would be paid handsomely since this is the League of Arcadia they're talking about. Then the next one is Senshi, an apothecary, one who hails from Magi Val and who uses a bow and makes potions. Useful, definitely.

Soon after, yet another person approached the campfire. A red headed woman, clad in heavy armor. Victoria Pax is her name and she is a knight. Interesting, however she followed it up with a question. "Indeed, this is Prince Jarde's division." He replied. Seeing as the prince was not present as of now thanks to him walking with Taka towards the mess hall, he decided to at least entertain the questions in his own short and straightforward ways.

He then turned to Eclisse, the sellsword, as she put up a question to both Nyx and him but she was looking at him and that prompted him to answer, "I can certainly show you the transformation, that much is unavoidable. However, detailing how it works is quite difficult. I could certainly try, however, I cannot assure a very detailed step by step." Although his voice was monotone, it seems that he was fully willing to show her. After all, they were all going to be teammates.

His eyes drifted to a newcomer. Old robes and trinkets, certainly this old man had been to places. However, Myno couldn't help but stiffen when he approached. Something about his just reeks... well, Myno couldn't describe it. It was like what was happening to Lyth, he was on full alert, as if this old man was some sort of danger. Animalistic instincts they may be, but they certainly help. He then listened to what the old man had said, warning them about the black streak on Jarde's hair and how legend has it that it is a bad omen or corruption. Roane questioned the man's indentity, but Myno had other things to say.

"Just because the boy prince has a black streak, doesn't mean he's going to be a bad leader." He growled, eyes narrowing at the man. "Some legends aren't true. And it is better to judge a character after a while, rather than legends and appearances." He continued, calming down considerably but still not losing the poorly hidden agitation he held. Was he angry at the man? Perhaps. And the reason why? Instinct. And unlike Lyth, he had no person to calm him down.

@MarsAdept@Darkmoon Angel

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A dragon. A dragon. That thing's there since the beginning? Ange shook her head. She must've getting dizzy again. Might need to ask the maid later for some treatments. For her to miss something that big was a big shame. Now, being able to see it more clearly, she started to make some estimates about its size. Decent to good, nice. Shooting down wild, untrained wyverns ended up being pretty boring. Staring at its head, Ange measured it and started to figure out how well it would look as a trophy on top of a fireplace. She heard it could fly fast too. Her thought soared into the sky as she started to figure out the best way to take down the dragon once it flew away.

Wait, it and its rider were supposed to be her allies.

Right, right. Fatigue could cause her to drift off like that. At the sound of the introductions continued, Ange attempted her best to ground herself into the meeting so she could actually listen to them. A swordfighting instructor from Archaenea, a mercenary, an apote- Ah, that should be it! Ange thought that she could ask him for some herbs to help with her condition, but that should be for later. And then, lastly was the knight of red that appeared three times slower than the rest. Nobody else introduced themselves after that, and the outlaw and Prince Jarde had left the scene a while ago, apparently to get some food.

Ange thought to talk with the others now, but she chose to be quiet for now. In a state like this where she's prone to delirium, she might embarrass herself. She couldn't afford to do that. In awkward silence, Ange watched as the outlaw had returned, and it was her cue to eat. She watched as the wyvern ravenously ravished the food present with its rider panicking to control it. The sight made her hungry. Ange settled with only bread and fruits despite the presence of meat there. She couldn't accept it. She wasn't the one that killed the source of the meat. Without the flavor her passion injected with an arrow through the flesh, the taste would be plain and soulless.

Her soaring thoughts was shot down by the appearance of a creaky old man however. Suspicious. Shoot on sight? No, no reason to. He didn't pose any threat. His voice was grim now, and Ange had a bad feeling about this man as each words slurred from his aged lips. Bad omen? Corruption? Ancient legends? That didn't seem like something she should care about. Stories always had these groups be fueled by legends moving forward, but should they really listen to every creepy old man that spout cryptic messages? The rider asked the proper question regarding his identity and why was he around the group now. Ange decided that she was lucid enough to talk too now.

"If he is actually corrupt and a bringer of bad omen, sooner or later he will sleep with an arrow cleaving his forehead. But putting that aside, he's the one gathering us here and organizing this for us, pretty much our leader now. Meanwhile...who ARE you?"

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Senshi had taken a small apothecary set, it had just the essentials of what an apothecary needed. He had started to set it up when he and the set were knocked over by a wyvern rushing past followed closely behind by it's rider. His face was a picture of confusion and surprise, he knew that there was a wyvern rider in the group but somehow he hadn't see them or their ride. His recollected himself quickly, as an old man had walked up spewing something about curses and omens."Well like others of my party have said before me, if he turns out to bring us all bad luck then it happens. But until then I'll keep loyal to this unit till all this is over, then I can keep my promise." He said his piece then went back to setting up his apothecary set, after it was set up he began to brew a small batch of tea. He enjoyed the smell of tea and the fact that many herbs can be added to tea to give it soothing properties. The smell of lavender and juniper berries wafted past everyone nearby Senshi. He pulled out a tea cup and filled it with some of the tea he had just brewed, drinking it slowly he savored the tea until he had drained the cup, then producing a few empty flasks from his bag he bottled the rest of the tea. "Before I put these away would anyone like a cup, or bottle in this case, of tea?"

Cylus made sure to keep an eye on the prince since he’d arrived. Even as he introduced himself and got to know those in his new unit, he continued to keep a watchful eye. Cylus didn’t lay claim to being from any one nation in the Concilium because he was a part of its fighting force. The way he saw it; everyone in the Concilium were his responsibility to defend, especially ruling bodies.

So, naturally, Cylus took notice when Jarde left the area with the outlaw, Taka. Thael followed not far behind. He realized that this was a good decision - As they passed through the Varjo encampment Cylus took notice of their warriors preparing for battle. While they are always ready for a fight, this seemed out of place. The swordmaster moved his left hand to rest on the hilt of his blade as he made he way through the camp, behind the Prince.

The sound of the camp wasn’t a quiet one, if the Prince and outlaw were having a conversation there was no possible way Cylus would hear it - the sound of chatter and metal clanking against metal was simple too much. As the duo entered the tent Cylus briefly lost sight of them. He made his way in, quickly. He found that there was a new member to the group, making it a trio. They were being challenged by several Varjo warriors, weapons drawn.

Seeing the danger Cylus moved quickly. To the trio it probably would seemed that he’d materialized, the warriors would have seen him coming. He drew his sword, casually, and said “There’s no need for violence, my friends. This is Prince Jarde of Ereb - you would do to not harm him lest you feel the wrath of the Concilium.” He spoke casually because he didn’t feel that he needed to use any sort of intimidating voice.

Nyx went back to sitting on her own when her eyes notice something... No wait, a person dressed in heavy armor. The lady introduced herself as Victoria Pax. The manakete girl blushes and looks to the ground. She found the knight to be very pretty and sighs. She shakes her head as she tears up a bit. The lady reminded her slightly of her mother, but she knew fully well that her mother was long gone. She looks to the palm of her hand and tries to cheer up a bit.

Nyx got up from her seat and wiped her eyes. She quickly rushes towards the knight and bows "M-m-my name is Nyx..." She keeps her head down as she tries to be polite to the knight as she felt like she needed to talk to someone eventually.

-@cloudystar & @Melkor-

“There’s no need for violence, my friends. This is Prince Jarde of Ereb - you would do to not harm him lest you feel the wrath of the Concilium.”

The Varjan Warriors all looked at each other before returning their dark gazes unto you. "We were just going to get some food but you seem to have a better idea on how things should go." One of them replied before all of them readied their swords, maces and axes. Their lust for battle clearly stroked.

Suddenly, Jarde stepped forward. "S-SO sorry for our getting in your way then! Ehehe..." He said to the warriors with a friendly albeit nervous tone. "So uhh, we shall be on our way! You guys just enjoy the food and stuff all right?" The prince continued before grabbing hold of Taka's arm. "Merilia, you handle him."

"Yes, my lord." The red-armored woman said before seizing Cylus' arm.

-@Fairess, @Polaris North, @Fubsy, @Lady Athena, @Nanashi Ninanai, @Snarfulblast, @MarsAdept & @Darkmoon Angel-

The old man chuckled at the main question hurled at him, who was he? "Me? Well... I'm just a witness at the meeting between the Dwarven representatives and those of the Arcadia League." He answered while dodging the question. "It was quite the spectacle..." He continued as if reminiscing a fond memory. The old man then began walking away while a white-feathered avian landed on his shoulder. Those with sharp eyes would identify it as a crow, despite its coloration.

-Everyone-

Jarde returned to the camp with Taka, Cylus and a woman in red armor. It seemed two of them were half-dragged back there. "Seriously guys? Why in Naga's name would you agitate soldiers of Varjo?" He was more in disbelief than angry at Cylus and Taka. "Well, at least we off that scot-free. I hope nothing like that happens again."

And just when he said that, a voice yelled in a panicked tone, catching everyone's attention. "The League has betrayed us! We are under attack!" The voice belonged to a Dwarf and he raised his voice so that everyone could hear him, especially his kin. The news shocked almost all of those present. "We must defend ourselves!"

Moments after, another voice shouted. "Treachery! The Dwarves are attacking us! Treachery! " The voice belonged to a Footman of Gleivnir. While these news contradicted the first, it was still shocking to everyone who could hear it. "To arms! TO ARMS!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere became chaotic and filled with the sounds of war as fighting immediately erupted everywhere. Dwarves and men begun clashing against each other but there were some who were still confused at the situation and so, just stood and watched as violence ensued. The Varjans, on the other hand, all seemed happy at the turn of events and happily threw themselves into the fray.

Jarde and Merilia unsheathe their swords but engaged no one. Between the camp of the unusual regiment was a group of Dwarven Infantry and a group of Varjan Warriors. "My lord! What do we do? My lord!" The red-armored woman begged for an order from Prince Jarde but he could not give any.

It appeared that the choice lay on those part of the prince's regiment.

Alfred smiled. It was to prove himself. Hopefully, the rest of this band would be able to match. He'd paid a little attention to their introductions, even after being interrupted by the maid. Ideas whirled through his head, but without any input from the prince, settling on something concrete would be ill-advised. A more general plan would better fit the situation. Alfred began calling out orders, pointing to each person as he did, and continuing to the next person without waiting for input from the previous.

"Roane, get in the air and get an idea of the situation! Angelise, can you shoot from the back of a wyvern? Either way, it's time to learn. You go with Roane and stop any other archers from targeting her. If you cannot do that, switch places with Taka.

"Everybody else, until I get a better idea of the situation and who exactly we're fighting, we'll be playing defense. As the most durable of the group, Myno, Nyx, and Victoria will form the basis for our front line, our first line of defense. Behind them will be Eclisse, Cylus, and Prince Jarde. If you three see an opportunity ahead of the front, take advantage, but fall back right away, unless you like getting shot. Otherwise, attack anybody who gets past the front.

"Taka, Senshi, the Maid, and myself will be support. Taka and Senshi, take shots on any enemies out of our front's reach, and finish off the weakened ones. Senshi, maid, if anyone's looking weak, heal them. Maid, you'll also be using your knives to weaken any particularly tough enemies. I'll use my magic against any armored enemies, and my sword on any that slip past the front.

"Was that everyone? Of course, I'll be making changes to the dynamic if the situation changes or our Prince has any objections. Any questions?"

Before anybody answered, Alfred pulled out a slim, wooden wand from his belt. Pressing it to his skin, he traced the tattoo on his arm. As the wand touched the tattoo, the ink began to glow a pale white. Once one complete portion of the tattoo was traced, Alfred smiled, and his eyes began to glow with the same white. He flourished the wand and called out, "Summon!"

Well... This just went to hell real quick. First this old man talking about how the prince was a bad omen, then a few members of the group came back after agitating some varjan soldiers, now they've been caught up in a conflict with one side blaming the other and vice versa on who attacked them first. Eclisse got into a combat stance and prepared for the battle, its a shame, Eclisse really wanted some tea that the apothecary was offering.

Eclisse was about to charge in when the tactician of the group started giving out orders, right, better to have a plan of action when charging into a bloody battle. She was to stay behind the front with the prince and cylus, and take out any stragglers who make it past the front, simple enough. "I wasn't expecting an all out fight, especially right here in the encampments. Ah well... You can trust me to cut down anyone who approaches." Eclisse said in a reassuring tone. On the bright side of things, Eclisse will finally be able to see a manakete in action.

"Hey, can I go on the ride please? I'll guarantee you guys I won't miss a shot...as long as I'm just away from the fighting. And they weren't even going to eat it sir! But...since you and that sword guy backed me up there, I'll be sure to stay true and won't bug the either of you. Thank you...and tactician guy, are we seriously going to try and kill these guys if they attack? I don't mind doing that...but just feels strange if we do so."

Taka started to get his arrows out and aiming a bit...trying to gauge the wind speed and such before he shoots. The same old bow he used and was handed down by his grandfather, its comfortable iron sleekness aiding in his grip as he aims. The Outlaw was a precision shooter and hates missing, but...his grand weakness was terrible. His grandfather's words echoing through his head, "Don't get to close...you'll miss every shot unless you have an ally or hidden. That's your weakness, so run when you can...unless you're defending your leader. Then don't forget to die with honor." Gramps, you have one hell of a mindset. Getting a bit closer to the Wyvern rider, he bows a bit toward her and her mount. He tries to convince her that he can get shots off without trouble as he does so.

"If you two don't mind me...I'll gladly shoot behind you guys. And don't worry, I'll grip onto the saddle...got a knack for doing crazy stuff like this. Yes, that includes stealing."

In that moment, chaos sprung from the shadows and struck.

Roane froze, eyes wide with panic. She knew how to fight. She'd fought off wild bears and bandits in her village, and faced her fair share of troublemakers under the employment of her Lady K'Shein. But to be in a battle of this magnitude? Her hands quaked as she fumbled for her axe, confusion and terror clashing in unholy union. Panic-filled thoughts slipped through the cracks in her mind. Maybe that strange man was right? What if this was just a doomed endeavor? What if--

A large, scaled muzzle nudged her head, dashing away the thoughts. She turned to look at Lyth, her tension sliding away as the wyvern caught her eye. Her shaking stopped, and a resolute determination replaced the fear in her eyes. Right. She wasn't alone. She had Lyth. She had her new allies. Most importantly, she had her axe. And, superstition be damned, that was all she needed.

In a single, smooth movement, Roane leapt onto Lyth's back. Her grip on her axe tightened as she gazed around the chaos of the camp, the commands from Alfred reaching her ears. "Just like back in the farm, huh, buddy?" she whispered with a half-hearted smile. Lyth roared in response, loud and fearsome over the commotion of soldier against soldier. With a loud "HYAH!", Roane steered the wyvern towards an approaching Taka, grabbing and practically throwing him behind her with as much grace as a battle could afford. The wyvern's wings spread and, with a powerful jump and flap, took to the air.

"Hang tight," she cautioned. Her grip on the reins tightened as she felt the familiar drop in her stomach and rush of wind. "Things are gonna get bumpy."

@Tom Lyon @PaulHaynek

Why did no one move to apprehend the hooded man? Did he not appear, for all intent and purpose, to be anything but an intruder to a camp of hired soldiers? Did he not offend their honor, they who had gathered under Monseigneur Devaron to aid and defend his cause under the Concilium? Was it not suspicious beyond doubt that he had materialized just as Monseigneur Devaron left, and left just as chaos broke out? It could not be mere coincidence!

Perhaps he snuck into the camp or disrupted the meeting with the dwarves and intends to escape in the chaos? Who would speak of such trouble between allies so casually if he did not have ill intent! Estelle frowned as the thoughts bogged down her smile, the flirtations of earlier lost as Alfred made his orders and others scrambled to follow them.

Never mind that she was meant to act without question! Damn proper silence! Not to be ignored, she tugged on Alfred's sleeve as he drew out his wand and pointed over to where the odd man had disappeared. "Monsieur, surely you do not mean to let such a suspicious creature escape! Defense will not be enough--there are no dwarves among our group and so they will assume we side with the Concilium. Whatever happened at the diplomatic meeting--"

Her blue eyes went wide, her face pale. Monseigneur Leandre would have been at that meeting, no doubt to support King Wilmgard's diplomat. If something had happened and war was breaking out, he might already be...

"Nom de Dieu! Monsieur, if that man was right, something must have happened to the Arcadia representatives and the dwarven leaders! We must tell their captains to stop fighting and investigate, non?"

“Right!” Cylus was no stranger to combat but he would not refuse the advice of a seasoned tactician. He moved quickly to his position as the fighting began. It wasn't near them yet since the enemy still had to come from their camps, but that didn't mean that they didn't have agents within the Concilium’s ranks.

The swordsman drew his blade once again, the leather grip comfortable in his calloused hands. He held the blade at the ready, at his right. As he stood, the sound of a fierce battle could be heard from the north. He couldn't help but wonder when he'd be given the order to advance, but as far as he was concerned the Prince’s life should be preserved at all costs. So, he would remain where he was for the time being.

Not even a minute after the battle began he heard the yelling of a strong female voice. “DON’T GIVE THEM AN INCH! PRESS THE ATTACK!” It was General Mira Thael, Cylus’ eldest sister. He couldn't see her but could clearly hear her over all of the commotion. She appeared out of the fray and stopped in the group's camp, she never stopped shouting orders.

She was atop a white horse and her steel armor gleamed in the sunlight. She stabbed her steel claymore, which she held aloft with one arm while the other controlled her steed, in different directions as she barked orders.

The old man seemed to have come from somewhere, and disappeared after he said his piece. A crow's feather? Before he could move to stop the old man from leaving, Prince Jarde and the others had returned with the boy prince asking the others why they would agitate Varjan wariors. Whatever happened there would've turned ugly if not for some quick thinking, Myno guessed. Then, he could hear a voice above the rest. The dwarf, he assumed, warned his brethren about how the League of Arcadia had betrayed them. What? Before he could properly react to the news, he heard another one; this time from the League of Arcadia stating that the drawves were attacking.

Myno's eyebrows creased. The news were contradicting. Which was true? And which was false? He could hear the roar of battle somewhere up north, the first line of defense that was made by the League of Arcadia. He could see Varjan warriors marching up, ready for a fight. No, for a war. A dwarf regiment had also made their way near them and was heading towards them. Two armies - one the enemy and the other an ally. But he couldn't be too sure with the Varjan warriors. So he didn't know which he could side with...

Myno felt his heart pumping adrenaline as the only thing in his mind was to kill. However, the woman who came back with Prince Jarde and the others had begun asking the prince for orders. The Manakete turned to them and saw that the prince seemed shock, despite him unsheathing his sword. If not for Alfred taking the lead for orders, he would've tried to fight anyone who got too close. But it seems the order was just that, act as the first line of defense, anyone who attacks will be attacked. Defend the regiment at all costs.

They were siding with no one but themselves. Fair enough for him. "Got it." He positioned himself in the front. Calm down, defend, do not attack unless attacked. However, he did not transform as if to make himself less intimidating as he stared down on both sides, looking left and right. Besides, the transformation doesn't take too horribly long. It only takes a moment and he was experienced in attacking right after the transformation. Besides, he would be a big-ass target if he transformed and since it's just defense he'd need them to get closer.

Taka laughs as she says that to him and simply uses one hand to hold onto the saddle. He wasn't really scared of heights considering how most of his break-outs from a location involved him jumping from a roof to a lower one. However, he did not expect that amount of wind rushing to his face and did make him nearly lose his grip on his bow for only a moment. Scowling at his loose grip, he starts getting seated in a better way as he started to aim down at the crowds...waiting for a signal to shoot or anything really.

"Should have seen me shoot when I was hanging upside down...but if I pull this off, I'm definitely going to try and remember this as the newest and weirdest shot I've ever pulled off. Great flying by the way if you don't mind me saying since I'm a non-flying person...is the wind...always like this? Kinda hard against the face."

He didn't mind the speed they were going at though and enjoyed the ride as long as he could. After all, what are the chances he'd get to ride on a Wyvern again in the nearby future?
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