[h3][color=Silver]Marwood[/color][/h3]
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Marwood sighed as Isolde rushed forward with reckless abandon, how the hotheaded Cavalier became the voice of reason and caution he'd probably never understand. [color=Silver]"Right then. The fast way it is! Fiona!"[/color] Marwood gave a click of the tongue and nudge in the side the horse's hooves struck the cobblestone harder she picked the pace as Marwood leaned low in the saddle taking aim with the tip of the lance for the open back of the retreating mercenary, the poor fool would never be able to outrun a well-trained horse. Striking at the running man he withdrew his lance his target would be wounded or dead he didn't care. Marwood stopped with that he looked at Reina a moment frowning as he could see she'd have trouble keeping up. 

[color=Silver]"Reina, I've got room on Fiona if you want to stay close."[/color] He didn't want to sound condescending, but she wasn't exactly like he'd faced combat before now and it was a trial by fire and he wanted to support his friend. [color=Silver]"I don't mind since your bodyguard seems to be heading right for the fray."[/color] He added offering his hand to climb if she wanted to climb on his horse or continue on foot.