[center][color=00a651][u][i][b]Gerald[/b][/i][/u][/color]

"A whole purse of coin says it was the fucking elves!" Gerald shouted and turned his horse around, slapping the stirrups and racing up the hill they had come down. If he took up position on the hill, he could see the entire village; perfect. [i]"Of course the captain makes me take watch duty, what a prick."[/i] He thought to himself, cursing Amon under his breath. However much Gerald hated it, his eyes were the best out of the group. He knew it was beneficial for him to be keeping watch, but that didn't mean he wouldn't leap at the chance to abandon his post. Gerald kept a firm hand on the handle of his knight's issue blade, ready to unsheathe the deadly weapon and spring into battle at any moment.

A flicker of movement caught Gerald's eye and he immediately focused in on it. A grungy looking nomad man was lurking around in the ruined buildings.[i] "An elven spy, no doubt. He'll be dead before he has time to run!"[/i] Adrenaline surged through his body as he pulled on the handle of his sword and took it out of the sheathe strapped to his hip. His wild eyes flared with the fires of a predator as the horse charged down the hill towards the man, who hadn't noticed him yet. As Gerald neared the nomad he began grinning with the excitement of battle, the man turned around to look at the gallopING steed charging towards him and had little time to react before Gerald leaped from his horse and screamed a battle cry as he landed on him.

Having the man pinned with his sword pressed into his throat Gerald shouted in his face, "Where are the elves, you traitor scum?"[/center]