[table][row][i][b][color=gold]Thom Chaff[/color] Garleton: The Evacuation, Evening[/b]
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[cell]The group was getting ready to push forward a bit to help some of the stragglers who were getting stopped by the bandits. As Thom was going to spur the group on, a wyvern roared in the distance, and the group was not prepared for that it took position on a building nearby. It didn't have any identifying colors, but it also wasn't plunging into the group of guardsmen, so that led Thom to believe it was friendly. As he took a step forward he was snapped back to the current situation at hand by a voice behind him, that of the crown prince. He had only heard tales of the man, he had also heard the man had given a briefing today but they were already doing their jobs when had gathered the soldiers. But Thom knew enough about the man to know what he looked like, and to know the power he wielded. 

Thom was going to offer an idea, but most nobles didn't like it when some peasant offered ideas, so he assumed the crown prince was like most nobles but more powerful. Thus leading him to keeping his idea to himself, instead following the boys idea of pressing forward. Of course that also went against the standard procedure when royalty was out, and about. The guard captain, had told them if any of the royal bloodline were to show up in the streets without an escort they were to stay close to him, and if need be throw themselves on him to take any blows that might be coming for him. Staying close to the nobility didn't exactly sound fun to Thom so he pressed forward, spurring himself to punch through the line of bandits to head toward their back line. 

With as much speed as he could muster, he brought his ax swinging down for a bandit who jumped out of the way, he swung his own ax back at Thom who ducked the blow. The two went back, and forth neither one able to parry, or block blows as the shock of the weapons clashing could cause someone's arms to give out. So the two of them looked like they were in a delicate dance of death, before the guardsmen finally got annoyed with the combat, and moved himself further from the bandit, and put himself on the other end of a display table that was displaying some jewelry. With a huff the guard kicked the end of the table, pushing it into the bandits legs, the bandit lost balance enough for Thom to bring his ax down on the poor mans chest. The smell of iron spurred the guardsmen on, he hoped the prince was using his magic well enough to keep the other bandits off him while he went rushed the back line. Anger, and blood lust pushing him forward.   
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Status: [color=lawngreen]Upright, and defending[/color][/center]
[u]Class[/u]: Guard
[u]Inventory[/u]:[list]
[*]Vulnerary
[*]Iron Axe[/list][/cell][/table]