([color=f26522]Holden d’Alnharte[/color], Fort Paline, Praelium)

Holden clashed swords with Jameson, and his eyes flicked to his right blade. There was no way to stop both. Stepping in, he twisted his torso and slammed his shoulder into the Sergeant’s chest. As they both hit the ground, Holden pinned one of the Sergeant’s arms to the ground with his shoulder, occupied the other by locking steel once more. He froze as the a crackling [i][b]BOOM[/b][/i] resounded across the open skies.

 The scout got up, and offered his hand to the Sergeant. Within that instant, the mood changed. No longer was it a light afternoon.

[color=f26522]“Not a drop of rain,”[/color] he said, listening for the sound again. Was it thunder? Explosions? [color=f26522]“I don’t think this fort is under attack,”[/color] he muttered to himself, [color=f26522]“but where else?” [/color]He sheathed [i]Yusil[/i], and picked up his bow. “Once again, Sergeant, I apologize. But if the On’hinians have made a point of it to attack today, then I must stop their assault.” Or, at least die trying. It was the least he could do, after all.

[color=f26522]“You can consider that a victory by my resignation.”[/color] He grabbed the leather bag that the Sergeant had brought him before, and tucked it under his belt. With a salute – by a palm to over his heart – to Jameson, he made his way towards the gates. Stopping at the stalls beside them, he untied a horse before hurrying towards the nearby port. While there was no way for him to pin point the origin of the noise, it was pretty clear that the only other clear target in nearby would be the lightly defended port of Artis.

(Holden's coming to join the blunderfuck!)