A armor clad draft stomps along a path, with each step a rhythmic jingle resonates from its rather aggressive looking armor. Atop it rode the future lord of the Casteralli, a house of great authority within the empire. As such their support for the emperor is a sign of respect and stability within the realm. So when the call to arms was made they sent Vyro and a larger platoon of troops to aid the emperor's cause.

A small town proceeded the gates of rather obvious castle, as if it was their intent to look up at the "Protector" of the land. As the massive horse drew near, people had already began to shrink away, but it was the armored lot that followed it up that made them flee to their homes. As streets cleared only a small group remained, a rather ornate lot that seemed to be led by a woman atop a palfrey...Vyro couldn't help but chuckle, hardly the battle ready type. 

The woman atop the rather majestic horse was none other than the lady of the lance, Latulla Novaros. The sound of the Casteralli's approach had already began to build a tension in her tongue. She seemed relieved when Vyro motioned for the soldiers to remain at the outskirts of the town, it was Latulla's expert opinion that they where clearly a bunch of violent ruffians who would probably be more harm than good. 

The Navaros soldiers fanned out around her as if to protect her from the young lordling as he approached but it was quite the contrary, one of her more seasoned followers let out a quite plea too her, "Be nice.." A request she smiled angrily at, [color=ec008c]"I will treat a dog as it deserves." [/color] but she did attempt to at least appear friendly as she nodded at Vyro in greeting. Her horse began to canter towards the gate, moments later it happened, Vyro and his massive beast that he called a horse began to parallel her casting a shadow upon her...

[color=ed145b]"Stop that."[/color] She said pointedly, refusing to look over at the man. 

"[color=7bcdc8]Stop what?"[/color] Vyro said with a sigh. 

[color=ed145b]"That" [/color]she once again stated as if it where obvious. Vyro looks over at the woman with a rather coy smile, [color=7bcdc8]"I am simply riding my horse to the gate, same as you."[/color] 

Latulla while still refusing to look over at Vyro tells him [color=ed145b]"Your horse is far larger and faster would you just pass me."[/color] Vyro scoffed dismissively [color=7bcdc8]"What kind of gentleman would not adhere to the time honored tradition of ladies first." [/color] Latulla finally caved and glared at the man [color=ed145b]"Walk on the other side of me than, get your shadow off me and Mazzie!"[/color] Vyro laughed [color=7bcdc8]"Mazzie? What a fitting name for such a fearsome warhorse"[/color] Latulla practically gasp before firing back her own insult, [color=ed145b]"At least my horse looks like a horse, compared to your walking battering ram."[/color]

As the two reached the gates their horses circled while they continued their verbal duel. [color=7bcdc8]"Are you suggesting that having a Horse ready for combat is a bad thing?" [/color][color=ed145b]"No, but calling your beast a horse is a insult to the rest of the species[/color]."[color=7bcdc8] "Because calling your little deer a horse is much better." [/color][color=ed145b]"You cant steal my insult be a tad more original, or is parroting your superiors all you are capable of?"[/color] [color=7bcdc8]"My better? Girl, know your place!" [/color][color=ed145b]"This [b]Woman[/b] knows her place, its the boy in front of her that seems to be lost. Perhaps you and your toy soldiers should go play war in your lands." [color=7bcdc8]"And perhaps you should be playing house! With your delicate little pony."[/color] [/color][color=ed145b]"Just because I have class does not make me a delicate little tulip, I am a rose and trust me trying to trample me will leave you trapped in my thorns!"[/color] [color=7bcdc8]"Ha! Leave it to a woman to suggest something like thorns could stop a man in his path." [/color]Latulla began to draw her lance, [color=ed145b]"Fine if not my thorns my lance will be the deterrent."[/color] Vyro slid from his horse already drawing his blades. [color=7bcdc8]"A woman with a lance. What will you do with it, use it as a make shift rolling pin?"[/color] Latulla narrows her eyes as she too slid from her horse, her lance beginning to emit a faint red glow from its tip. [color=ed145b]"I shall show you what I will do with it."[/color]