Well. [color=goldenrod]"Of course, Sir Renar, Sir Jerel."[/color] he replied graciously, nodding to both in turn. [color=goldenrod]"I would be honored."[/color] It seemed the young Captain was still somewhat unfamiliar with the knights under her command— In appointing Gerard, at the very least, she was giving the responsibility to one of her greenest as opposed to a knight with more tenure and earned respect within the Order. For this to happen so soon was surprising. He had easily enough battle experience to wait for a signal and order a cavalry charge, that much was true enough, but he had in truth been more of a frontline fighter before knighthood— A man in decent armor pointed towards something that needed killing by men who stood in the position she had just thrust him into with much more experience. Much more than either of them. [color=goldenrod][i]A thousand miles and a single step, eh?[/i][/color] But Knighthood meant decisive action, and this was part of it. One order, one signal, one charge. It served none for him to falter. His mission was so simple he could do the tasks it entailed in his sleep, and the companions who volunteered to his detachment deadly, self-sufficient men. If they would follow the Captain's appointment and freely offer to ride with him without issue, then his authority would not need to be hammered down upon them like it would upon the unruly miscreants he was used to. He had not survived in the fray for seven years thanks to any sort of folding under pressure, had he? A knight was a man with poise and dignity, and when the call was made, he would step to answer it with neither hesitation nor complaint. And that would be it. [color=goldenrod]"Let's make haste, then. All others who would join me, fall in."[/color] If the bandits they had encountered were any indication, he needed only worry about Jeremiah himself running to their flank— thereby leaving every other side open to the crushing force of the other three companies. A military force propped up by a singular fighter, exceptional or otherwise, could only work through a choke point— and this encompassing assault proved just the opposite. The man certainly could not be everywhere at once. Without anyone breaking synchronization, the Iron Roses definitely could. Regarding that, he had an inkling of an idea. [color=goldenrod]"Sir Jerel, that falcon of yours— Would he be of any use in spotting and relaying our Captain's signal in the event we ourselves couldn't?"[/color] [@jdh97][@Psyker Landshark]