[center][h1]Convel McConnor[/h1][/center]

Like an obedient watch dog, Convel would follow the short street performer that had somehow become the leader of their ragtag group of players, quickly picking up his shield from Barry's shop on their way out of the city. Since no one in the party expected to be in combat so soon after leaving Kyoto's walls, the formation was a complete mess, with everyone just standing where ever they felt instead of where they needed to be most. So when the four adventurers came face to face with their opponents upon turning the corner of the road, not a single person in either group was prepared.

The first to react was Convel, reaching behind his back to grab Unyielding Aegis with his left hand, and stretching out with his right to grip Sen's shoulder and pull her behind him and away from the attacking scouts. He was the tank after all, it was his job to take the hits so the Sorcerer and other squishy classes remained unharmed. "Anchor Howl!" the Wolf Fang growled as he braced his arm for the inevitable odachi that was coming his way. Sparks flew as the blade impacted with hard steel, and the defender turned his head to look toward the companions behind him. "I've aggroed the oni! Someone hit 'em!" he shouted.