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Barracker sat in his usual spot, surveying his garrison, from the step ladder.  Most of the time, he would be stationed alongside whoever was struggling, correcting where they went wrong and positioning himself where they stood, so that they would have a better idea and could mirror his movements.  Getting stuck in himself with some of the training to show, he was not above them and would share the hard work.  He appointed a second in command to share some responsibility in correcting some of the group's form.  This person went by the name of Warren Burns, a Paladin who had not yet been blessed with the gift of the crystal and had not expected to be picked due to his history with the vampire.

When the two finally had free time to talk and discuss the plans of this one-hundred fighters.  Warren mentioned something he did not quite think he would ever hear from his mouth.  “So our name of this group.  What are you thinking in that head of yours?”  Warren said as if it pained him.  

Barracker thought about it, and smirked to himself.

The look on Warren’s face showed he thought he was being laughed at and he got defensive.  “What’s with the face, I’m confused.”

[Color=Green]“Well your brother mentioned our mentor as being a turtle and we also are using a shield wall.  So what do you think of that as our name?”[/color]  The two chuckled in silence to themselves.  

“Hmmmm…  The mighty fucking turtles aye!”  Warren took a minute to ponder, then spoke.  “If I may be frank as always with you.  This is your block and this is your strategy for the siege, how about something closer to home.  The bats.  We will swarm our enemies.”

[Color=Green]“I must admit, I do like either but…”[/color]

“It would be nice to go by the bats and not feel like you’re forgetting your mentor, which you are definitely not.  We all remember how good of a Paladin we fought and trained under.  It might feel like you need to do all that to remember him, but he’s not going to think lower of you.  I will, but I’m not Odis, thank fuck for that.”  They both laughed.  “Living up to that old guy's name, I sure wouldn’t want too”

Barracker took the compliment, and gave a nod before standing up.  [Color=Green]“The Bats, it is.”[/color]  Then the Paladin turned to his Garrison and called for attention.  [Color=Green]“Warriors.  We are from now on, known as ‘The Bats’ and we will swarm our enemies and drive them into the arms of Hades”.[/color]

After a long day of training and giving their all, Barracker gave leave to his garrison and they would return back here by eight in the morning.  [Color=Green]“Put your feet up, you have earned it.  Hug your sons and daughters, give your other half a kiss.”[/color]  This would give them time to see their loved ones and to see in a physical sense, who they were fighting for and to show his soldiers why they were fighting.  This sentiment made him think of Evelyne, last time he held her hand, so soft in comparison to his own. The last time he touched his lips on hers.  That distinct smell of Jasmine and Amber notes, her favourite scent.  He knew what his own reasons were for fighting.  Most of his family were tucked away inside the Temple of the Quinity, hopefully Katrina and Krillen were safe wherever they were in Mytheria.  As for Evelyne, she was most certainly safe in Capitol City, but he was starting to regret that he pushed her so far away.  [Color=Green][i]I never should have let her go.[/i][/color]

Once everyone collected their things and left it was just Warren and Barracker.  He felt a certain tension from Warren but put it down to worry for his brother’s safety.  Barracker, before leaving, said one last thing and that was that his brother would be alright, he has adventurer’s and civilians looking out for him and counting on him.  

[Color=Green][i]I will collect my equipment tomorrow, see what everyone else has done today.[/i][/color]