[color=Goldenrod][h3]Isolde[/h3][/color]
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Marwood's words only made her feel marginally better. She was supposed to protect Reina. She was supposed to protect everyone here, that's what she was trained for! That's why she pushed herself! To make sure everyone was safe. If she couldn't protect her best friend, then how could she protect anyone else?

[color=Goldenrod]"...Right, sorry."[/color] Isolde laughed lightly, hefting her halberd. [color=Goldenrod]"First things first. Making sure we help everyone here we can."[/color] She couldn't let such thoughts distract her right now. She had to stay focused, help those she could. Her father always told her if real war ever happened, to be prepared for times like this, but...urgh, it hurt more than she thought it would. She just had to focus on the good - believe that everything would turn out alright, in the end.

[color=Goldenrod]"I thought I saw a thief running south."[/color] She commented, patting Kergin on the neck. [color=Goldenrod]"We'll chase after we clean up here."[/color] Kicking Kergin into motion, she twirled her Halberd. Barreling down the streets, Kergin made a beeline for the axe wielding fighters. Kergin's heavier steps thudded down the street, roaring menacingly as he made intentions clear.

[color=Goldenrod]"Ack! Kergin wait no don't-!"[/color] Isolde Did her best to slow down her mount, but the irritable Wyvern wouldn't have it. He slammed his entire body into the first Fighter, causing Isolde to nearly fall out of her saddle at the sudden stop. [color=Goldenrod]"Gah, slow down next time!"[/color] Not that she seemed to have any problem with Kergin trying to trample both of the fighters. Pulling her Halberd back, she followed through with a wide horizontal swing, hopefully catching him if he was still standing.