[center][h3] [/h3][/center][h3][hr][color=#657499]Branna Naves[/color][/h3][hr][sup][i]Town Edge  ||  Lothian Empire: Garleton  ||  Evening[/i][/sup][indent] [/indent][table][row][/row][row][cell]
From the back of her wyvern, Branna watched the scene pan out below her. Having effectively given away her position, she was the target until a new one appeared, and appear it did. At the head of the street, the city guard joined the fray, the imperial red-and-white cape of the lordling from earlier that day standing out amongst the steel and leather. 

[color=#657499]“Hm,”[/color] Branna hummed, directing her gaze to the bandits closest to her: a pair of archers, alone for now until their axe-wielding comrades arrived from further down the street. With the front liners accounted for, the archers were the obvious target for her, and she grinned when she spotted a swordsman skirting through the streets towards the archers.

Branna giggled, hefting her spear. [color=#657499]“Archers,”[/color] she croaked, and Mors dove. 

With the wind whipping past the smile on her face, she adjusted her spear to her wyvern’s diagonal trajectory so that the tip was aimed straight at the back of the unassuming archer. Their attention was focused on the other way, of course, because when it came to striking from the correct direction, Mors knew best.
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[color=#657499]Status: [/color]Diving
[color=#657499]Class: [/color]Wyvern Flier
[color=#657499]Exp: [/color]0
[color=#657499]Inventory:[/color]
[list][*]Iron Spear
[*]Vulnerary[/list][hider=Stats]
[indent][color=#657499]END:[/color] D
[color=#657499]STR: [/color]C                         
[color=#657499]MAG:[/color] E
[color=#657499]DEX:[/color] D
[color=#657499]SPD: [/color]C
[color=#657499]DEF: [/color]E
[color=#657499]RES: [/color]E
[color=#657499]LCK: [/color]D[/indent][/hider][/cell][/row][/table]