[i][center]Jerod[/center][/i]

The cry for medic made Jerod glance back, seeing that Marius' left flank had been abandoned. Well, damn, that didn't make things any easier for them, did it. Parrying the next attacking man's attack, he lodged the broken bottle into his throat and booted him to the ground, to gurgle on his life blood as he backed up to help cover the horseman, speaking loudly over the combat so the man could hear him. Jerod had shifted his position to intercept the maximum number of enemies trying to head for the wounded cavalry, either uncaring or oblivious to his own injuries of a hauntingly similar variation, all to emphasize what he was saying to Marius now.

[b]" Ah'll take th' frontline 'orseman. Git patched an' watc' m' sides, I'll gut all t'ese bastards wit' m' bare 'ands if ah 'ave to, savvy?"[/b]

The next man to try and take advantage of the wounded horseman was some lance wielder who was charging the drunken warrior. Jerod grinned ferally, grabbing the lance past its tip and driving the momentum into the ground rather than himself, and with a roar lopped off the head of the offending soldier, and there was enough spattered blood to no longer be able to tell what was his and what wasn't his. Jerod flicked the blade towards the ground, the blood on the blade mostly flying off as he squarely stood in the way of a fair number of anyone attempting to approach the wounded or the rear line. He figured cavalry would be better off defending the flanks rather than standing in the thickest part of the fighting. Well, shame for the enemy, he was most comfortable in a bloody and chaotic brawl rather than some grand sweeping advance across a plains or long ranged pissing contests.

Jerod frankly wasn't even remotely concerned with what was going on by the newcomers and the fact that one of the flank protectors had run off to play hero too. He scoffed at that, fending off several attacks meant to gauge his defenses and keep him occupied. Here was hoping the horseman could play flanker better than centerpoint in the line or this wouldn't last nearly as long as he would have liked. His focus right now was taking over being centerpoint in the line, letting Marius do what he needed to, whether that was patched up or blocking his flanks. Another man tried to get by Jerod, and his blade came back with blood as he lashed out and sent the offender stumbling back, not dead but he was sure going to think twice before trying that again. Jerod roared his challenge to the enemies, blade held in a sturdy two handed grip now.

[b]"AH T'OUGHT I TOLD YE GITS! AH AM YER ENEMY NOW, NA' TH' BLOODY 'ORSEMAN! AIN' NONE OF YE GON' SURVIVE T'IS!"[/b]

[i][center]Niya[/center][/i]

Niya remounted her horse calmly as the young boy, far younger than she would have imagined, asked her to hang back instead of utterly crushing the hopes and dreams of another one of these crude thugs, and she shrugged idly. If the tactician wanted to play the game like that, then so be it, she would humor him. She had come to keep him alive, after all, and everything beyond that was up in the air really. He made his speech, and a rare smirk curled at the edge of her mouth as she glanced at the mage and Solanne, respectively, before making a comment, only loud enough for Jacob to barely hear.

[b]"I thought he'd be taller, still cute though."[/b]

Niya was, of course, just giving the tactician mild razzing as she nudged her horse into a trot after the boy, all business now like nothing had happened at all. As she trotted after the tactician, she overlooked the battlefield, having so many fronts opened onto it now, and could have sworn she saw a familiar figure in the distance. If that drunken fool was really involved here, she would not be able to say she was really surprised. That man could never seem to avoid trouble. She asked her question though, falling in right behind the tactician as he marched grimly towards the fighting. If the fighting man in the distance was who she thought it was, then she was going to be sure to repay him back for their last crossing of paths.

[b]"Any injuries, call them out. I can mend them. Secondly, do you employ a man named Jerod?"[/b]