Tony sighed loudly. First rule in the soldier's manual of not dying: don't go in outnumbered without a plan. That wasn't to say she didn't have a plan, just that if she did, he wasn't exactly seeing its brilliance. But Tony had never been payed to plan, so he could at least respect the girl's willingness to join the fray, regardless of the amount of thought in that decision.

Tony dropped his pack as the monk ran off, equipping himself as he did. A freshly sharpened axe and polished shield were his weapons of choice, products of having the luxury to relax and perform weapon maintenance.

Tony turned to the rest of the group, ready for battle but not quite ready to jump straight in.
[b]"Well, lookd like our glorious leader is joining the fray."[/b] He said sarcastically. [b]"What are we going to do about it?"[/b]