[h2]Sir Roland Grey - Outside the Fallen Temple, Miracia[/h2]

Roland was stuck. He had fought all manner of men: Falkan knights, a Highman noble, various other fighters in tournaments. He had fought brigands and bandits, but dare he say, nothing like this. It took him a moment to react. Even as others shouted around, he needed another moment. He briefly was snapped out of his trance by the sounds of Elric's arrows releasing from his bow, and the sounds of Kace shouting. Roland shook his head briefly and nodded at the warrior, that was all he could do for the moment. He glanced at Elric again, wondering if the other warrior would notice the paleness of his skin.

However, Roland let his instincts take over and darted toward the side street down the alley. It was a solid plan, after all, lessening their numbers helped him. And they were just a pile of flesh and bones, like any other man. Like any other man. Like any-

Kace turned the corner, and the hordes of flesh-rotten beasts followed. Roland unsheathed his sword, and awaited the demons to come within distance. Roland exhaled sharply. "Like any other man." He muttered, and darted forward, swinging his longsword sideways, and chopping through one of the beast's stomach. He finished the blow, and cut the rest of the way, with the demon howling and splitting onto the bloody streets. Roland looked down at the struggling beast, and pierced its skull with the tip of his sword. Confidence coming back to him, Roland smirked, and rose his head. "Ha! Foul beasts!" He swung his sword again, decapitating a particularly ugly-looking off-colored flesh-rottening bald demon. His head was easy enough to remove. They were skin and bones. The only advantage they had was fear, but fear was an inner fight Roland found he could win.