[table][row][right][color=0072bc][h3][b]Einar[/b][/h3][/color]Lothian Empire  ||  Garleton: Plaza  ||  Evening[/right][/row][cell]As soon as Einar caught sight of those broad ebony wings spreading open and the one-eyed lancer brandishing her weapon openly as she took aim, the mercenary concluded that the battle was over. With a smirk, he put one last final shove into it all, causing the bandit to stumble a few inches back before regaining his composure and raising his weapon high up to strike the mercenary once more.

But it would never land; even if the lady missed due to a lack of depth perception, the bandit was a lot slower and he could of easily evaded at that point to slit his throat, especially since the small family had finally gotten out of the way. Smugly sneering at the man, Einar held his sword firm to the side as he began surveying the rest of the blazing inferno as the rest of the bandits pillaged the town and commoners scattered like ashes to the wind.

The sound of a clank was all that was needed to confirm the death of the man and a small, hapless sigh escaped his lips as he turned towards the creepy-looking lady on her dragon, [color=0072bc]"Thank's for the assistance lass,"[/color] slightly smiling at the girl before the prince instructed the family of three to travel towards the castle. Well, that was that.

Following that, the boy stepped forward and issued a command to the trio to drive off the bandits with him, urging Einar to peer behind him, seemingly unconcerned with the raging chaos threatening to engulf them at any second as he deftly twirled his sword around and grasped it, doing this at least twice during this encounter. [color=0072bc]"Yeah, gotcha,"[/color] his voice sounded relaxed, easygoing with no strain or stress before looking to the groups and swiftly analyzing the situation.

However, another unknown entered the area, raising his voice to address the prince, causing the young mercenary to break eye contact with the entire scene and peered behind him to notice that a rather plain individual had joined the group. Einar didn't bother giving the man the time of day and turned his head back as he watched the town burn.

[color=0072bc]"Aaaaaanyways, I'm no tactician, but I think we should all go after that bandit with the gaudy gear,"[/color] he uttered out loud to the team, but in particular, this statement was primarily levied at the prince as Einar turned his head back and gazed at him with his own piercing stare, a stark contrast to that same relaxed tone he had. [color=0072bc]"He's obviously the leader, plus there is no way we are going to be able to completely quell this incursion, but at the very least, we should be able cow them by taking him out."[/color]

He turned back around to the skirmish and pillaging taking place and smirked, [color=0072bc]"After all, cut off the head of a snake, the rest of the body dies."[/color][/cell][cell][img]https://i.postimg.cc/FHvr0y5G/untitled3.png[/img]
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Status: [color=B0FF37]Poised and ready[/color]
[/center][u]Class	  [/u]
Page

[u]Inventory    [/u]
Iron Sword
Vulnerary

[u]Experience [/u]
15/15

[u]Stats	   [/u]
END:	D
STR:	D
MAG:	C
DEX:	C
SPD:	D
DEF:	E
RES:	E
LCK:	E

[u]Action	   [/u]
N/A

[u]Supporting  [/u]
Alnard ([@Sho Minazuki])
Branna ([@Typical])
Trace ([@Haeo])
Thom ([@Enalais])[/cell][/table]