[i]Combat Post - Loading Area. 3v3, 1 NPC hired blade dead or unconscious. 2 of the same active. Cario has arrived. Seki, Oprik & 'Man' opposing.[/i] [@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Gentlemanvaultboy]

Cario scaled the iron fence with the thick rope left by his hired arms. He landed with a thump on the flat stone of the landing area, extending his knees and stretching up to his full height, he stood in between his two men. Holding his sharp sword by his side, he picked the mace head from the floor and laughed, tossing it back to the steeped feet of the Orc who was sprawled on the floor.

[color=998899]"A crude Orcish weapon."[/color]

Cario, contrasting his personality and pale skin, was dress in a bright almost jester like uniform of scales. Crimson, sea blue, rich gold and snappy silver covered his body. His thick and long white hair softly touched his shoulders. With his black eyes he stared at those opposite him, frowning he thrust his sword forward and looked left and right to the men either side of him.

[color=998899]"Go on then."[/color]

The two men started forward, one of them throwing a Galatia ( two sided knife) at the latest addition to the opposite side, the weak looking man seemed an easy target. Then they both converged on the group, with a blade in each hand now, glinting in the morning sun. It seems their leader was a rallying point, these men are bolstered with confidence.