[hr][hr][center][color=bf7300][b]Watts // Landon[/b][/color]
[color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] // Outskirts of the Dungeon
[b]TIME[/b] // Afternoon (current)[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]
Landon shrugged and grinned back at Elian.  The healer had seen through his plan for what it really was - an excuse to get Landon alone with all the ladies of the party.  He didn't really expect it to work even this well, though he hadn't been entirely selfishly-minded in his party division.  A team of tanks supported at range by another team was a pretty solid strategy.  And with his buffs, he could reinforce the tanks at range with little trouble.

This change in the party structure didn't change things much for him, since Elian was off-limits anyway, and it made more sense to have her close to the ones who would need the most healing.  He himself was also surrounding himself with others, giving him maximum safety and viewing angle to check out a combat situation - or the rear ends of his party mates.

That said, when monsters entered the scene, he would be all business.  His wrist-mounted crossbow was ready to go, and the lid on his quiver was loose so he could swiftly reach in to get access to his next shot rapidly.  The quiver itself was specially spring-loaded, and some of his favorite loads were tipped up a little above the others for quicker access and as a way for him to index his quiver so that he could find what he needed by feel alone.  His backpack, with his additional gear and storage space, was all strapped into place such that he could move freely even with the additional weight.

With a final motion, he reached up and tightened up his goggles over his eyes.  Landon Longcross was [i]ready[/i]!

"Hey, we came this far - not about to turn back right in front of the entrance!"