[center][h1][b]Christopher Ashbrand[/b][/h1][/center]

As Christopher saw Avenger burst off into the distance, he could do little else but begin to follow her. With a mental command, his armor began to come together over him, and about fifteen of his elite golems rose with him, carrying ammunition and other such supplies.

He couldn’t help but find it amusing that it was now her that was recklessly attacking an entrenched enemy, but-

She was an Avenger, after all, and Elissa, Queen of Carthage, at that. Filled with undying, unceasing, uncompromising rage at Aeneas and “his kind,” of Troy, of Rome, all of those of his kin and get. That was all there was to it, and he had long accepted the reality of the situation. If the target of an Avenger’s hatred appeared, the outcome was sealed.

No matter his misgivings, his doubts, his nerves… Dido was correct, even as clearly clouded in judgement as she was. Their preparations were complete. The army was armed and ready to march forth. Elissa was equipped to the best of their abilities, considering the resources of the alliance and the time they had. 

Ah, but it wouldn’t do for his allies to dally, either, would it not?

“The time has come. Remember the plan. And… I wish you all due fortune.”

He hoped that his magecraft shined with due brilliance.

[b][Moving to Sieging Grounds]
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