[color=Goldenrod][h3]Isolde[/h3][/color] [hr][hr] [color=Goldenrod]"Oooorgh..."[/color] Isolde rubbed the side of her head. [color=Goldenrod]"Oof...this is not a comfortable landing spot..."[/color] She grumbled, shaking her head. Almost as bad as that time she ran face first into Kergin, heh. Who had she hit though? Didn't seem like anyone familiar or one of the other Grado forces. A foreigner? Not thinking about getting up, Isolde laid on top of him, curiously looking at him for a few seconds. Well, she wasn't dead yet and he did cushion her fall, so he was probably a good guy. A roar in from her mount brought her quickly back to reality. [color=Goldenrod]"AH!"[/color] Before suddenly jumping to her feet as Aldo addressed her. [color=Goldenrod]"Kergin!"[/color] Without introducing herself or checking on him, she ran after her mount, who was currently attempting to 1v1 some of the enemy troops. She wasn't concerned he'd get hurt, no. He was a tough old Wyvern that could take a beating. Still...they had hurt him. That was bad. And if there was one thing that Isolde ever got mad over, was someone hurting her precious little baby dragon. She ran over to her mount, own halberd in hand. Kergin reared up, preparing to strike the opponent in front of him, and letting Isolde have enough time to jump and grab her saddle from the back. Kergin flared his wings, before lowering his body once more - with Isolde properly on her mount, and brought her own axe right down upon the soldiers head.