[center][color=0072bc][h1]Varen[/h1][/color][/center][@Noodles]
Varen patiently observed Isamu dispatch the retreating dagger user, a small break of a chuckle escaping his mouth as the formerly lone player spat at his dying and fragmenting opponent. He wondered at all the time and effort some jerk-asses spent to program things like this into a game, a "death-game" no less. It seemed like a waste, a hilarious waste, but a waste nonetheless. Still, he waited for his teammate until he was ready to fight again. It was the least Varen could do after Isamu kindly waited until he eventually finished off the initiate himself.

The red-haired spearman quickly followed after the soloplayer. [color=0072bc]Enyo. So that was your name...[/color] he thought, as he trailed behind, his carefree expression betraying nothing. "Yeah, that guy sure loved to kill. How about we kill one more guy for him!" Varen enthusiastically exclaimed, his weapon firmly grasped with his left hand. He would likely be the last person to reach the tank. Still, Varen grinned, knowing his attacks' added piercing damage should prove effective.

Once on the scene, he circled the tank, making sure to stay out if the PKer's range. Varen threw the occasional knife to divert the target's attention and granting the others a chance to attack. Only when attention wasn't on him would he poke and prod the tank with his spear.