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

As the dizzying spiral of colors faded from his mane, his brow, even his hide, Gerard loosed a small breath and slammed his eyes shut beneath a furrowed brow while the others took their moment to discuss preliminary gameplanning. He had just about gotten used to the ombre field about his vision, and then it had winked out the same as it had popped in. For a few moments, the world looked a bit too dim, and reminded him of that cave he'd sequestered himself into before seeking out Cyrus's tutelage.

Tyaethe wanted to run back an old grudge, Rolan petitioning Gertrude for a ride on broomback so he could rain his many new bombs, bolts, and assorted reagents from above with relative impunity... All reasonable enough, given the fact that they were set to effectively just lumber into Rozenalt's line of sight to kick this whole affair off. At least, it seemed that way.

[color=goldenrod]"So noted,"[/color] he breathed in response to Tyaethe, finally opening his eyes as he slipped on his helmet. 

They had a long night ahead of them. Best to settle in. Renar had drifted over to their two ranged elements in the moments that he'd been re-correcting his vision, evidently, and was in a low-toned back and forth with the maid witch that... he was too far away to really make out. He'd caught a couple glances sent the First and Youngest's way, though... so knowing them, it was a plan either involving her or they were trying to keep beneath her notice. He thought about it for a moment, considering that the diminutive vampire had more or less called her shot...

Fine. He'd not barge in on that and draw attention over. They knew what they were doing. Instead, he shuffled forward, drawing closer to the front so his words might hit the Captain's ear.

[color=goldenrod]"It's a shame we can't choose the field."[/color] he lamented flatly, eyes sweeping ahead of them behind the visor as the Feinyar's light revealed what it could. [color=goldenrod]"Some method of funneling their approach would probably put a finger or two on the scales in our favor, but so far we're a little short on places we might be able to really dig our heels into anyway."[/color]

The black-barked trees that had once loomed in the distance now seemed to have a silhouette darting in and out of the corners of his view behind each trunk as they marched. It wasn't hard to imagine the real thing proving similarly disorienting, especially once the melee had begun in earnest.