[center][h3][color=0054a6]Jehan de Challon[/color][/h3][/center]
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Jehan grinned, happy to find that his team were not dreary men with no personality. He had always considered men that could joke, smile and laugh before any kind of test to be the best kind of men to have watching your back. They were less likely to give up in the face of solid opposition. At least, that is what he imagined. 

[color=0054a6]"I'm sure it wont. As long as you two know which end of your sword you hold and which bit to stick them with."[/color] Jehan said in jest, [color=0054a6]"One old man, and one lanky boy"[/color] he added as he shook his head slightly, then drew in a breath between his teeth. [color=0054a6]"What has the world come to?"[/color] he asked in mock outrage.

Before he could say anything else, one of his archers interrupted him. [color=f26522]"Sir."[/color] Vincent said in his rough voice. 

Jehan spun to face his archer, [color=0054a6]"Yes?"[/color]

[color=f26522]"We're ready."[/color]

Jehan nodded, [color=0054a6]"Very well, go on. Don't stay too long."[/color] he said gravely. Jehan and the archers knew that they were playing a deadly game. If they stayed to long or were wounded, or simply too slow, they would not make it back and be butchered without their friends being able to do anything but watch. 

Vincent nodded, turned to face the archers along the line that were watching him. Vincent waved and then he went running through the line and advanced forward as did the rest of the archers. The archers advanced in a lose formation, there were not many, but they had found a few extra archers to join the skirmishing screen. If they did not kill any, they would at least wound a few orcs and hopefully get back without any losses. 

Jehan turned back to his team. [color=0054a6]"They'll come running back after taking a few shots on the orc advance."[/color] He re-adjusted his grip on the poleaxe, [color=0054a6]"As for our own tactic; I stand in the front, you support me, take advantage of them trying to kill me."[/color] he said, then chuckled and looked to Jasper. [color=0054a6]"Don't worry"[/color] he said and tapped his breastplate, [color=0054a6]"This will keep me safe"[/color]

Jehan turned to Henri, who was armed in a brigandine, a bascinet without a visor, a sword in his scabbard and holding a spear. [color=0054a6]"Nervous?"[/color] Jehan asked and the squire nodded. Though Henri looked determined and Jehan expected the young man would quickly forget about his nerves. Henri would stay behind Jehan during the fighting and use his spear to stab whoever Jehan was fighting or those to were major threats that Jehan missed.