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

Jerod grumbled and made a familiar, and highly offensive, gesture at Niya before finding a place to seat himself and check over himself, mopping away a lot of blood that, thankfully, was not his. Then he winced, finding the spearhead lodged in his left side, and grumbled under his breath as he looked about, seeing no vulneries or healers free at the moment. Well, that was inconvenient, to put it mildly. The other folk seemed busy with their own work, so he would have to patch himself up, as usual. Biting down on a piece of metal, he grimaced as he removed the metal spearhead from his midriff, ripping off a part of his cloak to tie off the wound, keeping anymore blood from pouring out. It wasn't a great patch, but he didn't have time to find a fire and sear it shut, or a sewing kit and stitch it shut. So he bound it to the point of being nearly unbearable, which was better than bleeding out. He would find a more permenant fix for it later, right now, he needed to be ready to fight at a moment's notice. Feroxians had the wall plugged, probably with the dead of both sides. That would reek before too long, he thought with a snort. Which hurt, and that meant he was going to be feeling the worst of it before too long. Great, one more thing on top of the whole situation so far, and he sounded off from his sitting position.

[b]"'ow long d' ye plan t' 'ave us sittin' 'round fer, lad? B'tween t'em Feroxians an' th' stark ravin' mad cultists, sittin' out 'ere ain' the wisest o' plans."[/b]

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

Niya hauled herself back onto her horse, the prisoner stabilized and taken care of. She refused to spare Jerod a second look right now, although it was not because she was concerned about getting emotional. Well, emotional in the sense of spite, but that was neither here nor there. She kept a careful watch for anyone who was not them heading their way, friend, foe, unknown, or anything in between for that matter. The cavalryman spoke on not splitting up again, and she shrugged briefly before putting her two cents in on the matter, speaking little beyond that considering it was not her place to, nor was it to try to overrule the tactician's ideas and plans.

[b]"If I may, if we must split, send cavalry to remove the prisoner. They will get there and back faster. Fighting near the wall, not a quick and dynamic front yet. Not cavalry territory normally."[/b]