[h3][center][b][color=forestgreen]Col Ward[/color][/b][/center][/h3]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/i6fLcHF.pngp[/img][/center]

Marque acted as though he hadn't even heard Col and Lorenzo found himself unable to control Merlin in the slightest apparently. [color=green]"Fire? Whilst we're in the middle of a tinderbox? Don't-"[/color] Lorenzo called out to Col. Run? Lorenzo couldn't even get Merlin to move, how did he fancy his chances of running? Bastion had began trying to start a fire anyway, before Col could finish dissuading him. Fire? They were in the middle of a forest, in the center of a tornado of leaves. Wasn't the best case scenario them quickly burning to death? The glacial wind only made things worse, Col could feel his actions slowing with the bitter cold, barely noticeable, but perhaps enough to make the difference in a fight to the death.

Col stopped in his frantic thoughts as the leaves whirling around them suddenly drifted to the ground as though time had stopped, as though in response to the Wolfborn that had appeared on the edges of the clearing. He saw more than a dozen of them in the brief headcount he took. An impossible fight at best. One last leaf feel in front of them, and it felt like the entire world was watching that one little leaf. Even the chilling wind had stopped for a moment. When it peacefully landed the Wolfborn suddenly strode forward, crushing the corpses of leaves and people alike beneath them. Col was desperately thinking of what to do, his eyes roaming anywhere for inspiration, when they caught on a scar that one of the monsters bore.

It seemed that the creature hadn't taken kindly to his attempt to murder it, coming back with friends to finish the job. Still, it seemed missing an eye hardly even slowed the thing down. What did it take to kill these things? There was very little time for thought now, as Bastian's attempts to start a fire brought fourth a spark in the leaves as well as the Wolfborn. Well perhaps a fire tornado was just the thing in a case like this. Col to protect Bastian, gear ready to provide what pitiful defense he could in the face of the overwhelming force that opposed them. Bastian however finally managed to spark a flame, and it spread in seconds, whooshing out in front of them and causing the Wolfborn to pause.

If nothing else, it seemed these creatures had a severe aversion to fire. Col made a sweep of the situation. [color=green]"Bastian follow me, weapons pointed at the Wolfborn, we're moving to that glowing rock."[/color] Col said, jerking his head in Marque's direction. [color=green]"If we leave the fire we die, but better to burn all the flesh off a limb then lose it to these beasts."[/color] Col said brusquely and began inching, painfully slowly, both physically and mentally, towards Marque and his glowing rock.

Between the heat of the fire, the chill of the wind, and the dreadful gaze of the Wolfborn. Every step felt another step along the edge of a razor's edge, each one painful. The sweat dripping down his body felt like blood. His eyes were locked onto the Wolfborn, waiting to see if he'd stepped too far out, or if they would brave the fire to rip him apart. It took conscious effort to prevent his teeth from clenching together with painful force, too prevent any unconscious action that might cause him to slip in any way, physically or mentally. 


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

[center]tldr: Col moves towards Marque[/center]