[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

He weathered the various concerns thrown his way with little fanfare or argument, only offering an opaque, game smile. To begin with, it was a pretty bold proclamation by every metric, even his own— not hard to believe that the Captain wouldn't want to invite the idea of such drastic measures being necessary to begin with. Granted, he'd not [i]said[/i] he meant to go it alone...

But really, who would bringing that up be fooling? He was a poor liar, his tone gave away a lot that his words neglected. Probably best he stay that way, at least for now.

If anything, this proved her building confidence— no potential sacrifice plays necessary. [color=goldenrod][i]Doesn't matter if I can hold out. The Roses can do it clean.[/i][/color]

[color=goldenrod]"The more the merrier. Consider it done, Captain."[/color] he nodded swiftly, before rolling out the shoulder of his sword arm as he made his way over, marching up to flank Fleuri. Fionn seemed to be hanging behind, deliberating something, bothering Gertrude, Gerard wasn't sure what, but he'd catch up if he meant to. For now, he was focused on the task ahead.

[color=goldenrod]"How fitting that it's the two of us hunting her down, on a bright sunny day." [/color]he replied to his compatriot, golden eyes flickering between brush, upturned rock, channel carved by the torrent of released mana, felled tree. Behind them, he began to chart a path— the more ground they could chew up before Rolan's imminent smokescreen cleared, the more immediate the threat they presented would be. Get close enough, and they'd force the hands of the pair on high, one way or another. [color=goldenrod]"Speaks to the burgeoning poet in my soul."[/color]

A cloud from high above appeared to land upon the hilltop. Enough wisecracks.

[color=goldenrod]"Let's move."[/color] he breathed, darting up the slope towards the first of many boulders, large enough to hide his person.