[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2][b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1
[b]Location:[/b] Kingdom of Erion, Raganival Forest
[b]Mentions:[/b] General Brigan, Oswald ([@Holy Soldier]), Crash ([@Argetlam350]), Slayer ([@Lugubrious])
[b]Word Count:[/b] 422[/center]

 If prizes were given to looming castles, this one would certainly place in the top three. Even from half a mile away, Quina could see it shudder and shake from the footsteps of some giant [i]thing[/i] within it. Fortunately, Quina had never really been plagued by fear, or doubts, or just about any other emotion that would cause a "normal" person to turn tail and run. In that regards, Quina made for a particularly effective soldier. Unfortunately, Quina was rarely concerned with strategy, or tactics, or just about any other quality that would make a "normal" person a reasonable soldier either. When the order was given by the General to provide a distraction, Quina opted to skip the chain of command established for the team and instead marched off, carrying her (or his) ridiculously oversized fork in her right hand.

 Once he, or she, had got a little distance away from the General, Quina began to act. It was about as convincing as the acting Quina had demonstrated in the hall earlier that day, which is to say that it was quite atrocious, but very loud. It echoed. It positively [i]boomed[/i]. It sounded sort of like a marching song, the sort you'd used to lead an army of people to lay siege to a castle, albeit a particularly tuneless one that you might use to lead an army of people who had three legs.

 "[color=f49ac2][b]One! Two! Three! Come on army, follow me! [i]One! Two! Three![/i] I hear Oswald smells like wee! [i]One! Two! Three![/i] Almost time to eat some tea! [i]One! Two! Three![/i] Shadow Thing Oswald better flee! [i]One! Two! Three![/i] Follow behind hero Qui... na.[/b][/color]"

 And so Quina continued to sing as he, or she, marched. From the direction of her, or his, voice, Quina had decided to march off to the right of General Brigan and Team Two. It [i]might[/i] have looked like Quina had some plan to draw forces out of the castle, and leave the other team a clearer shot at storming the castle, but it was more down to Quina's inability to notice that she (or he) was leaning slightly to right due to the weight of the fork he (or she) carried. At no point did Quina bother to turn around and check that any of Team One was following; it was far more enjoyable to just keep marching and sing loudly. They'd catch up if they wanted to, Quina considered. After all, there was no way they'd not be able to hear such magnificent singing.