[center][h1][color=f26522]Jenramo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Jenramo felt the sensation of the venom being drawn from his system, he knew that eventually he would have had to have the venom cured but he had figured that his Beloved Memory would delay the effects long enough to finish at least this one battle, in every fight there is a risk involved, how much of your resources should be used on a single person, should one be prioritized over others, Jenramo has spent too many years fighting with the sword he had created, he knew that his actions would tend to be reckless, however, no matter how reckless he became, he always sought to be the shield for his allies. [color=f26522]"I will try to not need assistance again."[/color] He called back in as close to a thank you as he felt willing to give to Gwen, and charged into the fray after the resounding boom of the rifle Yui wielded.

	The men arriving behind them were offering their aid, or at least that was what he thought they were saying, at this point, Jenramo was already charging into the battle and confronting the first of the swordsmen, his blackened blade arcing upward toward the snakeman, the scaled body offering little resistance as the edge sliced through the stomach towards the arm, the blood pulling towards the blade, darkening to the color of ash and drawing itself to Jenramo. The ashen blood filled the hole left by the arrow from earlier and fell away to reveal the damage repaired. 

	The body of one of the snakemen now lying at his feet he stood ready to hold the line against them alongside the his companions, and while he knew that the venom they used was still lethal to him, he had the best chance of surviving without immediate aid so he readied himself to intervene against the arrows that flew by, he would try to deflect any that came by him and if he couldn't he knew that he could take the blow at the very least, as another snakeman approached Jenramo saw the archers readying another volly. The arrow flew toward the back line, and the other swordsman approached, he could only deal with one. With a flick of his blade, the arrow was knocked aside as the blade sank into his side, Jenramo turned the blade in his hand and drove it down into the foe, the ashen blood coated the wound again, leaving it repaired, he looked to the others, there were still many more. 

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