[h3][color=Silver]Marwood[/color][/h3]
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Marwood gave a curt nod as he cleaned the blood from his blade with a swift flick. Turning his eyes back to Viridia he smiled, giving her a thumbs up as he sheathed the blade. "Good work soldier, little more experience you'd fit in right at home with the Knights of Renais." He offered the praise as picked up his lance turning his head back towards Kara.

"Aye Lady Manakete! But she's a charger, not a nag don't insult Fiona. Dragon or not I won't have it." Marwood called setting his sights on the soldiers he angled the lance from the saddle taking aim for the fleeing soldiers back, planning on burying his lance in it. Fiona's dash a frightening sight to any he passed.