[h3][color=Silver]Marwood[/color][/h3]
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Marwood spotted the enemy, he was angry and finally there was something he could control a fight. [color=Silver]"Leave it to me!"[/color] The prince cried out drawing his lance, rushing towards the swordsman. Marwood was well trained with the weapon, it was a well-maintained lance reserved only for the royals of Renais. [color=Silver]"Out of my, your not stopping the Prince of Renais!"[/color] He wore a bashful smirk as Fiona broke into a gallop and he leveled the tip of the weapon at the soldier's chest. They needed orders, no point in wildly charging into a fight. [color=Silver]"Reina! Once we're done get behind me and Isolde. Isolde, don't fly too far ahead and stick close to Reina and me. We've got surprise and a healer to keep us together."[/color] He added, no point in being careless.

They would need to balance speed with defense and make sure they didn't end up in more trouble than they could dig themselves out of, facing too many enemies at once was a good way to be brought down. He was no tactical genius... But he'd led a small squad before and he knew how to conduct an escort mission. They were here to protect Reina, like or not they wouldn't let her be up front in a melee especially when they could be walking into a trap.