The ferocious greatsword that laid in Brannor's grasp moved slightly as but one part of a greater motion that manifest itself. The moment of conflict had already been met again after some pause in between where the dragon and its fires were mostly silent, yet it wasn't in the way the man could have hoped; not in the least, in fact. The elven huntress had been leading as she was, the beast of a warrior not far behind her but more keen to keep watch on what it was he was charged with - his wounded ally and the family of common folk - but that changed now... and with startling speed. There wasn't time to think, just to act again.

The shouting was all the man needed in that it was no longer that foreign a tongue; at least not now in the ashes that were Greenest, scorched by the dragon and its minions. Spurred to action by this initiation of conflict, he hurried as he could from his cover and broke concealment to rush forth - darting from one ruin to another across the street and charging the rest with the clatter of his hide and chain armor providing rhythm to his motion. Setting his body without slowing, he slid to a halt across the debris beside Trear and to her back a few feet, using the building as protection.

Brannor wasn't about to be pelted with arrows and stones if he didn't need to, at least not yet.

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Rolled a [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/387]21[/url] for Initiative.
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