[color=Chocolate][h3][u]Morgan Hazelnut - Flan[/u][/h3][/color]
The King's Court was in complete and utter chaos. Flan didn't know exactly who the biggest threat here was, there must have been five or six different parties trying to achieve the same, but personal goals. First, Newt was alone in a big mess of people, though that place was way too crowded for Flan to be of any assistance. Second, a strange giant smokescreen covered the invading barbarians effectively halting their advance. Third, a group of charging berserkers obviously ignoring everyone else and charging straight at the king. As much as Morgan wanted to protect the king on a matter of principle, it was obvious there was nothing to be done. The king should be alright though, if she really was level 9 and at least half as awesome as the rumors stated. That only left four rogues, who were just now leaving the mysterious black fog.

Flan quickly equipped a white [url=http://workingperson.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/400x400/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/z/a/zan-blk-face-mask-f_01.jpg]neoprene half-mask[/url] and a small bo staff from inventory before running straight towards one of the more vulnerable chargers. Just before they collided, Flan jumped at and over the berserker, locking the bo staff under his neck and preceded to front flip over his head, using the momentum to toss him towards the group of rogues just outside the harmful mist. It was unsure if the berserker would actualy hit any of the rogues, or land in the mist, or none of the above, but Flan continued to charge forward ready to fight any and all. The mask, hopefully to help protect against the fog if Flan decided to go swimming in it.