[i]Jacob[/i]

They had begun to push cutting down the few that moved to attack them, a couple of axe wielding brigands and a mercenary. However a fresh wave of reinforcements arrive, eight more men moving to collide with his forces. Yet though it all he spotted another group, three women who seemed to struggling who seemed to be battling these fanatics themselves. The risk would be great crossing the field towards, he could sen Marius.... No he was needed here, grumbling he made his decision, he would go. He refuse to risk lives needlessly and he could speak with them and hopefully bring them back to the main group. "Nephene move up your taking my place up here. Marius keep the formation together and push up. I'm heading over to assist that group, they might need help. No heroics from any of you, sweep the field and stay together, I'll be back when I can." 

With that he rushed forward, the lack of armor meant he could move at a decent pace. He let lose a couple of fire balls he slid just past an enemy mage, the mage roasted while Jacobs cloak did catch fire slightly it was quickly put out. He stopped near the swords-women drawing his blade. "Hey, figured you could use some help, I'm Jacob by way, Champion of Naga." 

As he spoke enemy cavaliers circled them, hearing his statement. "Boys, look it's the little false Champion, The grand cleric will grant Sainthood to whoever slays him!" The four horse back riders sneered and advanced, they wanted there prize, then they would collect the women.

Back toward the main front Bandits and thieves moved in as Jacob passed though scavenging and hunting for easy kills and loot. They turned and looked the approaching Shepherds, there wagon was loaded with food and weapons, both he fanatics and scavengers rounded to faced them.

[i]Caroline[/i]

She had gulped and pushed past the woman who had stopped her. "I am a healer and my brother is up there, I will be going with them. No matter what you say it's my duty to heal there wounds and keep them alive." As she stepped towards the fighting Marianne reassured her they would be safe and with a nod she stepped forward, keeping her staff and eye to the front, ready to heal her fellow Shepherds when they needed it.