[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08e11f7-3cfd-47ba-8929-88361f1112d2.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=DC143C]Integrity is doing the right thing 
even when no one is watching.
[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opiVDs8ELEQ][color=DC143C]- [I]C.S. Lewis[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] The Sea (Off the coast of Preston, England)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception, Swimming, Shinorinri 
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	Fyror looked around a bit wildly, trying to keep tabs on the sea monster's whereabouts while keeping him [i]and[/i] Colette above the tumultuous waves. He flinched as he caught movement, his widened gaze snapping in that direction. His heart was in his throat, and he felt like a deer caught in headlights as the beast suddenly whipped around, causing a ripple effect in the water and surrounding debris. He started to panick as he felt Colette's arm nearly slip from his grasp. It was a relief, albeit a small one given the dire circumstances, when he regained his hold on her. He glanced over at her as he protectively laced his fingers with hers before eyeing the beast again. 

	It struck him then how truly vulnerable they were right now, out in the open with no means of protecting themselves and staying afloat at the same time. The whole situation brought back vivid memories of that group of bandits that had attacked his hunting party and nearly led to his demise so many years ago. He could still imagine the pain that had exploded through him when he was slashed across the face. He could still feel the fear that had coursed through his veins. He could practically still smell and taste that coppery blood that had poured from his wound and had caused him to feel as if he would drown in it. Everything felt surreal right then as he once again stared death in the face.

	The sound of cannon fire and the feeling of it reverberating through the water snapped him out of his momentary haze with a startled gasp. He shook his head. Now was definitely not the time to lose himself in the nightmares of his past. The repeated cannon fire from an encroaching ship he hadn't noticed before appeared to drive the beast deeper into the water, and by default farther away from them. While given the momentary upper hand, he honed in on one of his trained skills as he treaded water. The art of Shinorinri was meant as a focusing skill that emphasized some of the attributes of chivalry. Unfortunately, the skill failed him in that moment. A wave came and pushed him and Colette underneath the surface of the water. He could feel his grip nearly slip from hers and the weight of the water and his drenched clothes pressing down on him. He strained to get their heads above water again before they could drown, and at the last second, he was fortunately able to do so. He coughed up water and gasped for air once their heads broke through the surface. He instinctively pulled Colette tighter against him as he looked around again for something to grab a hold of but with no success.