[hr][h1][color=Silver][center]Argentum[/center][/color][/h1][hr]

Argen stood on edge as his blood felt as if it ran cold. He felt the signs of what has happened before. A deathly air filled his throat as his body tensed in anticipation. He gripped his spear tightly as he took in a breath and prepared his body for the ordeal that awaits. His eyes begins to scour the area in search of any semblance of any sign of creatures around them. He begins to search to the left, right, and above: in search of anything that could be there to attack. Argen's eyes have now dilated and his senses has been out looking for anything, anything at all that could be out of place. 

He has been on edge since they traveled through the swamp and hasn't shaken the feeling of dread that fell over him when he spotted blood in the river. He begins to look behind them and around as to make sure nothing any has been sneaking up on him as he can't let them get close and take out their weaker people. They couldn't and wouldn't stand much of a chance in a sneak attack and Argen knew that.

He took off his bag and shoved it into the cart as fast as he could so he could have the best movement he could in this soft snow and unknown terrain underneath. His hands slightly shaking his grips down on his shield and spear and now prepared for a full scale assault. He wasn't gonna go through another party wipe, he couldn't see himself get out of this even if he found an opening for as they could be found in another Goblin ambush. He took in a deep breath and took up his weapons in preparedness as he took one side of the cart in preparation that something comes from his side to attack. He takes a deep breath in and breaths out as he prepares for an attack from the side.