[center][h3]Arno Arrotyr[/h3][/center]

	[b]"Somehow... I don't think either of you are Zweite."[/b] The Erune boy concluded, [b]"What the hell are you two doing with a stolen ship?"[/b] He asked, nearly a demand. Arno closed his eyes for a second, then looked over to Corday. She began to answer his question, explaining how the Zweite were bad, and how stealing an airship of theirs was validated because they were bad... not how Arno would have said it but she was leading the explanation. Arno turned around and looked through his cockpit, opening up a small compartment and pulling out a survival kit. It had rations, water, and a shortsword which in the hands of a Harvin, looked big. He strapped the sheath onto his back, leaving his waist for the pistol holster. 

	Then they heard a rustle from a bush. Arno looked over, suspicious. He noticed Corday looking as well, already at a combative stance. Arno hovered his hand over his sidearm. In the split of a second, a stone zipped over Corday's head, and she responded with an expertly thrown knife. She left to investigate, and Arno pulled his sidearm out, the large pistol looking more like a carbine in his hands. A moment later, Corday came running over, shouting about Goblins. She ran to the Erune boy and covered him, before asking if Arno could take some down with his gun.
Arno grunted, [b]"If I was in the air with my Akula..."[/b] he muttered, [b]"Yes, I can!"[/b] he shouted back to her. He was nowhere near as proficient with his sidearm, but he could hit a target, and that was good enough. Arno scanned the area, looking for any signs of movement, rustling leaves, disturbed branches. Then he spotted them. [b]"There!"[/b] He pointed, [b]"Right, three targets! Close!"[/b] he reported. The Erune boy was already on the move however, tossing small balls of ice towards the enemy. He leapt off the edge of the ship, and darted away into the woods. The three on the right side of the enemy group that threatened their flank left to chase the Erune boy. Arno clicked his tongue in annoyance, he recognized some of these tactics as older infantry tactics. The flanks were the most mobile, the 'cavalry', and they would skirmish and chase down targets, and flank when the opportunity came.

	He leapt off his airship and darted towards the edge of the crashed vessel, he leaned over, seeing some goblins still in the open. He had elevation on them. He brought his sidearm to bear and fired off a shot, smacking a somewhat confused goblin in the chest, throwing it back onto the floor. The gunshot made the rest of the goblins look up at him. Arno quickly fired twice more, not bothering to check if the two other rounds found their mark. He took a step back, extending the bayonet on the end of his pistol, then flicked the breach open. He hastily took the spent cartridges out and put in new ones, just in time for several goblins to climb up onto the ledge. He fired at the first goblin to poke his head out, but the second wasn't far behind. The goblin tackled Arno to the deck, eliciting a grunt from the small Harvin pilot. The attacker brought down a small club, swinging it at Arno's head. He narrowly dodged it, the club smacking the wooden deck instead. Arno Brought his knee up and placed it on the chest of the goblin, trying to keep it at bay. He pointed the bayonet of his handgun to the gut of the goblin and stabbed it. He kicked the creature off, then sat up, shooting another goblin off the ledge.
[b]"We need to finish here and help the others!"[/b] He shouted to Corday.