[Center][h2]Sir Garrett [/h2][/center]
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As Marianne caught him eyeing her and her temper flared the barbarian Knight rolled his eyes and stood up from the chair. This was going to be a cluster if he’d ever seen one before; Turning he walked across the ballroom towards one of the other exits wasting no time. While he was certainly not ready to go to war The Ash was. Moving through the nobles once again he pushed through the doors of the ballroom making a beeline towards the stables where her had left his charger. 

With practiced motion Sir Garrett pulled the long coat he was wearing off his huge frame and folded it over one arm. Striding into the stables he looked left then right before locating his horse. Passing surprised stables hands he walked right up to his horse. Taking the Ash’s reins he lead the horse from the stables and into the open air. While the Ash was lacking Sir Garrett’s full set of weapons the big horse was sporting some of Sir Garrett’s more off color weapons. Plucking a large broad bladed single edged weapon from the horse's saddle Sir Garrett belted the wipe blade to his left hip. The weapon would be next to useless against armor but it would go through, bone, muscles and leather like butter. Unbundling a set of thick boiled leather pieces Sir Garrett pulled on a set of hardened leather armor over his dress clothes. Again not his preferred choice in armor but it would suffice given that they were fighting throw a tomb of undead.

Reaching up he lifted a broad blade spiked boarding axe from its straps on the Ash’s saddle. Between it, his own axe and the sword it should provide sufficient killing power for the undead. Humming to himself Sir Garrett contemplated before he removed the axe at his hip and slid it into the Ash’s saddle. Removing the flanged mace from the right side of the Ash’s saddle Sir Garrett nodded. The blunt weapon would be of more use against creatures that were not injured through normal methods. Crushing impacts could incapacitate more efficiently. With his arming complete Sir Garrett put his coat back on over the leather armor and returned to the ballroom. 

Striding back through the nobles they were even faster with parting from his way now that he held a hefty boarding axe in his left hand. Tonight had been a real mess but at least now things were getting interesting. Using his right hand Sir Garrett plucked his leather gloves from his belt again and tugged them on over his right hand using his teeth before switching the axe to his left and repeating the process. This was going to be an ugly fight. Undead. Underground. Sir Garrett fought off the hellish thoughts that fluttered at the edges of his consciousness. 

[i]Are you afraid dear brother[/i]

Sir Garrett approached the group of Knights again. “Give the word Captain.”

Turning he searched the crowd for Marianne. A pity, he really shouldn’t have gawked given her temper. That and it hurt her opinion of him. Something Garrett had discovered during the walk back that he actually cared about. 

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