[center][b][color=ed1c24]Marius[/color][/b][/center]	[b]"COME A' ME YE' DAMN'D PRANCIN' NINNIES!"[/b]

	Marius turned his head toward the drunken taunt, knowing well who had uttered those words.  When he saw that there was a broken bottle, which no doubt use to contain some kind of alcohol, Marius was dismayed that his comrade-in-arms had turned to such a substance while fighting on the battlefield!  While it seemed like Jerod was handling himself, in spite of his intoxication, Marius still felted worried, especially now that his right flank was protected by a drunk swordsman.

	While he was occupied by his ally’s intoxication, an ax-wielding warrior lunged forward at Marius.  Bucephalus side stepped the warriors attack, allowing its rider to turn his attention back to the fight at hand.  Putting his spear aside, Marius drew his sword, knowing well that his opponent would have an advantage against him if he had still used the lance.  With one swift swoop, Marius struck down the ax-warrior, spilling his blood onto the battlefield.

	Suddenly, Marius felt a sharp pain in his side.  Peering to his left, Marius saw a spearman shoving his spear point into his body.  Over on the horizon, Marius could discern the spearwoman, who was supposed to protect his left flank, dashing over to Jacob, who was helping out three newcomers on the battlefield.  What does she not understand about protecting his flank?  That’s why you don’t allow children onto the battlefield.

	Marius brought down his sword against the shaft of the warrior’s spear, lopping off the portion of the weapon that was lodged into his side.  Then, with just as much swiftness as he had used against the last soldier, Marius lashed out at the spearman, making him tumble to his knees as the bronze blade.  Once his second foe was dispatched, Marius turned back to his companions who held the rear of their position.

	“Medic!”

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[center][b][color=FAEBD7]Abra[/color][/b][/center]	It was one of those days, when you are at the wrong place and at the wrong time.  If Abra had went by a different road, or had departed earlier or later than she actually did, she might not even be in this mess that she has found herself stuck in.  She tried to give the swordswoman the most convincing ‘I’m okay’ smile that she could muster.  While part of her thought that her feigned smile was not good enough, hopefully it sent the right message.

	[b]“Stay back or use your hidden weapons, mage, if you have them.[/b]

Abra looked down at herself and then looked back to the several peculiar characters around her.  “I really hope that was not a veiled innuendo.”  Abra kept these thoughts to herself because even if the mounted healer had intended to use a double entendre, she felt that giving such a response would not give the best impression to them.
 
	[b]"I am still just a boy but I have misfortune of being told I have to fix all this, I know it's scary and I know you just want to run but please stay close if you run you could get captured or killed, I promise you'll all be fine." He said looking between the swords women, the healer, and the mage. "I'd give my life to keep any of you safe." [/b]

	“Well, I guess I’m stuck with you all.  There’s no way I’m just walk away and wander this battlefield alone.  I have better odds staying alive if I go along with this sixteen year old.”  Abra pulled out a red-colored tome from her traveling bag.  While she did not want to use it against actual humans, if push comes to shove, she would have to act, even if she did not like it.