[CENTER][b]Imperium-Doctor Gremlock[/b][/CENTER]

The next actions happened in a flash, first one of the soldiers was pinned down, then Gremlock had pulled the trigger destroying it. He only barely figured out what was attacking them. Scuva? He had never heard of that one before. Regardless, it was hostile, could be killed by a musket, and was not open to negotiations, which was all that mattered right now.

"Gremlock, I suggest staying close to the middle of the group. It would be wise if we keep together, but not make ourselves clustered enough to create any confusion. Murd, Gryff, I think you two should lead. Florence, you and Trom should back him. Gremlock. You should probably be right behind them. I think it would be best if you save your shots for when they are needed most, as they seem to be able to do the most damage." came the orders from the half dragon's mouth.

"All ri---" Gremlock stammered, before he heard another voice, this one from the Minotaur, "How about you silence that dribbling shithole of yours. You've already demonstrated the tactical aptitude of a particularly deformed turnip and your current 'orders' reek of cowardice."

Lovely, barely 2 feet into the dungeon and already his companions were bickering at each other. Admittedly the Minotaur had a point, the half dragon didn't seem to have the best plans, but even then they weren't incompetent either. "Hey Grem." Gryff said. "Keep up front near me where you have a clear shot. You can then move fast enough to get behind me."

Well, now there were two conflicting orders. Gremlock wanted to follow Raen's plan since it kept him behind all of the meat shields, but at the same time neither of the mercenaries were following his orders, which would likely render the entire strategy moot. In the end he sighed and went to his position in front of Gryff. A flurry of thoughts went through Gremlock's mind. Unlike the mercenaries, who didn't seem to care whether the half dragon died, Gremlock did care, but there wasn't really a whole lot he could do, not with his only other option being the untested Elephant Gun. Well, that or a fireball potion, which wasn't the best thing if the dragon was pinned down like the soldier was. He then started reloading his musket, though keeping ready to get behind Gryff if necessary, and said, [b]"All right Gryff, I'll go with your plan, but you had better cover me, I don't fancy being a meal to these things. Also, I'd advise going into that hallway over there, like the experienced Imperial soldier motioned for."[/b] Gremlock hurried, trying to get the musket loaded as fast as he could, though with some care put into it at least. If he was ready, he was going to shoot at the nearest enemy, who would be swarming their position pretty soon. If not...well he hoped everyone else could take care of it.