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

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[color=goldenrod]"Sound off, people. All up?"[/color]

In the wake of the deluge of black ichor and smoke that poured out of the Gannek's dissolving corpse, Gerard's voice rang clear as his unmarred blade cut through the fog, revealing his armored frame standing tall, marching forth. The pit in his stomach, thankfully, was fading fast as the beast, and light was returning to the field once more. He eyed the severed head as it faded from a sickly gray to an ephemeral white gold searching through the empty sockets. Very dead. No mistaking things. They'd timed eachother well. On his shoulder, the feather-light force of his passenger pushing up from the pelt atop his sea green tabard peeled his eyes back to the center.

[color=goldenrod]"There. Sir Rolan has her— go to them. See what help she might need."[/color] he gently urged, jerking his head in the direction of his comrades as they retrieved Enfys from the grime the Gannek had left. Caulder was coming to, Rolan cleaning their VIP, Yael there to keep an eye on the scene... Good. Nobody truly out of sorts. Keeping one ear open for the big man's reply to his and Rolan's health checks, he kept his blade drawn as he began to take a circuit around the small clearing, and tree that the fetid beast had torn through.

[color=goldenrod]"Perimeter check,"[/color] he called to the rest of the knights, eyes scanning the further treeline as he made the round. Given the immediate need to about-face from investigation to monster hunting, this had gone fairly cleanly— but even so, you didn't scuffle with a gluttonous demon like one of those things without making a whole lot of noise. They had doubtless pulled eyes onto themselves with the commotion— these next moments would illuminate to him whether or not they would belong to innocuous, skittish, wholly mundane woodland creatures—

Or something altogether more sinister.

[color=goldenrod]"We should be ready to pull back to the Keep, especially if Enfys needs further treatment."[/color] he advised. If Caulder ended up concussed, he didn't want him out here either, to be fair. [color=goldenrod]"How's she look?"[/color]