[center][h3][b]Taka[/b][/h3][/center]

Taka was losing patience. Ever since he found out his grandfather's killer was King Garon, he never really found a proper timing to go for a kill. Then again, his constant mini heists are what took up most of his time and even gained the attention of the Nohrian Army. Not realizing it was a trap, he is now forced onto the front lines joining the others who would most likely be killed in the upcoming battle. However, Taka may be terrified of fighting in close quarters...but he still has his instincts to flee. As soon as he had the chance to, he was going to run as fast as hell can take him to a far away area of the fight...and hopefully find a way to get into a nearby village to rest. Heck, maybe another Nohrian city to rob a bit and get some more gold. Right now, he was focused on trying to survive this upcoming ordeal. Iron Bow in his hands as he does one last check on his trusty tool.

"...run as fast as the winds can take you and let your arrows fly...better take Gramps's advice to heart."