[center][h2]Thorstein[/h2]
[h3]By A River?[/h3][/center]

Archer rose to his full height, imposing frame enough to cast shadows over others as he surveyed the area, straightening his clothes and running a hand through blond hair to keep the odd lock out of his face. He heaved a sigh.

Already separated, already having to work it seemed. He spared a glance at those he had landed with, concluding that the first order of business should be to find the other groups, but that much was obvious.

The separation itself was inconvenient, but not much more. Given his legend and his preference for going on ahead and working on his own, the only real issue was that he didn’t know whether his Master was alright or not. Otherwise, it would have suited him just fine.

Hm, hold that thought—

His head shifted, brow rising at the summoned help. At the very least they would take care of small fry and leave them open to pursue more important goals, but the form of summoning was still quite odd.

His gaze turned toward Caster fully this time.

“. . .Afraid not,” He spoke simply with a shrug. “Best I can do is cover ground normally and hope for the best while at it. I suppose in this situation the best we can do is stick as a group in case a fight breaks out and perhaps head for the leylines in the area to smooth things over.”

His gaze turned toward the skeletal warriors coming out from the bushes.

“If your summoned help can deal with those, it should be fine,” He concluded. “And if we run into a more troubling enemy, Lancer can take point, I harass and you can support, Caster?”

If nothing else, the formation should, by its very nature, remain strong. With two Knight-Class defenders and Caster backing them, they should be able to deal with their predicament and defend the Master relatively easily.