[color=6A5ACD][center][h3]Rhodri Gwynfor[/h3][/center][/color]

A man of noble blood and of strong body, Rhodri Gwynfor, third son of House Gwynfor, stood beside Princess Warovia. Their houses bore a good relationship, one of mutual gain. The young man himself was not the most well versed member of his household in the matters of finances, but still knew far more than the average man. Occasionally, Rhodri would divert his gaze away from negotiations and off to the arena below. He would be set to join into the fray later, but for now there was ample time for economic matters. Regrettably.

Remaining fairly quiet in order to let the actual negotiators speak, Rhodri sat still as stone, taking in the details and costs of their planned transactions.  When Warovia spoke, Rhodri felt a sense of pride in the faith a Princess would have in one such as him...and then things began turning bad rather quick. [color=ed1c24]"One moment of your attention, everyone. I'm sorry to say but, this mockery of a tournament will be cancelled shortly. Please, accept this little present, as a payback for your troubles~"[/color] A girl who's voice he didn't recognize rang loud and clear across the arena after a quake took the ground hostage, Rhodri quickly looking to the arena to try and see what the meaning of this was before a rain of...paper showered down to the dirt below. Then sprang the monstrosities that he had long since trained to slay, under the guise of men long since rotten. 

Gritting his teeth as he watched, Rhodri looked back to the Princesses, before speaking. [color=6A5ACD][b]"Regrettably, I have business to attend to down there. The Gwynfor Household would be honored to arrange the transaction with the Baking houses. Hywel, see to it that no harm comes to them."[/b][/color] As he finished speaking, his Spirit would make its presence known, looming over the three as it spoke. [color=8FBC8F][b]"Hmph. Very well."[/b][/color] The Dragonic Spirit spoke as its mouth opened slightly, the tear down the sides of its torso slightly visible. [color=8FBC8F][b]"Fear not...So long as I remain, I will ensure not a drop of your blood is spilled."[/b][/color] Hywel added, clenching his fist as Rhodri held in hand his twin maces, his stride steady as he charged forward towards the carnage, his priority being to protect the defenseless civilians. Before one such innocent could be harmed, Rhodri swiftly cracked the Dissonance's head with a strike from both his maces, the skull of the monster being flung away as he began his assault on the Dissonance, flanged maces crashing through bone and tearing muscles as he struck the Dissonance, his expression gravely serious as he saw to the defense of whichever Civilians he could save. [color=8FBC8F][i]"How could this happen...more importantly, where is the mastermind?[/i][/color] he thought to himself as he cracked another skull, his maces making quick work with well-placed strikes to the temple, ear, or even a direct one to the bridge of the nose.