[h1][b][center][color=00a99d]D A V O R   D E L ' T R E U S E[/color][/center][/b][/h1][hr]
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[color=00a99d]"Hey, you guys! Get off the streets for a sec!"[/color] Davor shouted, as he released an arrow aimed for one of the pirates. [color=00a99d]"I'd appreciate it if you guys stayed behind the horse!"[/color] He advanced, his own retinue rushing ahead to meet the squad of pirates. [color=00a99d]"These guys look like Anarcans to you?"[/color] he called out to the large, armored lancer in front of him. [color=00746b]"No, sir! These ain't no Anarcans at all!"[/color] [color=00a99d]"Perfect! Attack freely!"[/color] Davor yelled, as he continued to fire, and his retinue rushed into the fray. Davor turns and grins at the two figures, one white-haired, one black-haired. [color=00a99d]"Heyya, friends! D'you got any idea what's goin' on here? It'd be much appreciated!"[/color]

As another pirate is downed, it seems that more seem to come. The retinue forms a defensive position, shields in front. Another wave of five or so pirates could be seen rushing towards them from the horizon. Davor continued to fire arrows, while the rest of the troupe stayed grounded, yelling their war cries, advancing ever so slowly.

[h1][b][center][color=6ecff6]C Y L O  R E I S S A R[/color][/center][/b][/h1][hr]
Cylo continued forward, eventually finding more Estalan guardsmen. This was it, it seemed. She began softly, projecting her voice louder and louder as she continued to run. Eventually, when she was close enough to them, she continued her voice to a sound crescendo, sending waves of refreshing energy throughout the group. Her voice was used to invigorate the guards in this scenario, and even through the confusion of a celebrity apparently aiding them in battle, they pressed on, holding their own against the pirate waves.

Her voice needed a refresh. She stopped for a bit, and ducked into an alleyway, still very much close to the guard, maybe around fifteen feet or so. She caught her breath, and took in the sights of the area. Fire, dust, ash and falling concrete. The sounds of metal against metal, and the crashing of cannonballs onto the shore, Cylo felt slightly overwhelmed. She inhaled deeply, and entered back into the fray. After all, heroes don't find themselves waiting around for trouble to catch on!