[h3][center][b][color=forestgreen]Col Ward[/color][/b][/center][/h3]
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Col felt a weak sense of relief upon hearing Colley speak, but a greater sense of despair immediately after. He sounded so weak. Too weak. Colley tried to speak but Col couldn't make any sense of his words, something about a theater man and Marque. He didn't manage to speak anymore before a artic wind screamed through the clearing like a hungry pack of wolves, stripping away any heat, stealing away his breath, and causing an angry torrent of leaves to rise into the air. Colley's reaction was immediate, he began hacking up blood before suddenly stopping and falling back. Although Col couldn't medically declare the man dead, he could practically see the life leave his body. Col swallowed back the noise he was going to make upon processing this and looked around.

Somehow the wind was blowing in such a way that the leaves that it had kicked up had effectively walled Bastion and Col off from the world. Except for the bone chilling howls that were coming from outside. Col's brain kicked into overdrive. It sounded like at least one of those Wolfborn monsters were out there. If they were all Wolfborn they would undoubtedly die here, more bodies in the clearing. He absolutely couldn't fight without an offhand. No one else here was prepared for a fight either. However, loath as Col was to admit it, the equipment strewn about the battlefield could give them a better chance of surviving. Perhaps they could take advantage of this leaf storm too? It was impossible to know how the Wolfborn would react to it. Impossible to know many of them there were. Impossible to know all the factors. Impossible. 

[color=green]"LORENZO, MARQUE, GET IN HERE AND GRAB A WEAPON!"[/color] Col bellowed, fueled by a mix of frustration at his situation and desire to fix it. [color=green]"Bastian that goes for you too."[/color] Col said as he shucked his battered shield to his feet and grabbed Colley's, along with a knife from the dead man's belt which he promptly stuck in his own. Not enough information. He didn't even know if they had heard him. Ideally they should find a tree or rock face to help them fight against what was undoubtedly greater numbers. And as long as he kept thinking of solution, even if he couldn't implement them, he could continue to believe they would survive this. 

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-Leather armor
-Buckler(Damaged)
-Buckler
-Short-sword
-Belt knife
[s]-Merlin [/s]
[s]-Merlin saddle, etc[/s]
-2 days worth of rations
-Half full Water flask
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