[h2]Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia[/h2]

Madness!

Erik has barely enough time to react before the roof collapsed, and some maniac appeared to be firing on the bar patrons. “We’re not running from this!” He unsheathed his sword, as Gregory rose and armed himself with a Lance.

“Get the innocent to safety! Break this fight apart!” He commanded, and dashed forward to the fray, attacking the odd, shorter fellow who crashed into the tavern. He swung his sword from the top of his head, making sure to try to hit his opponent with the broad side of his sword for a non-lethal strike.