[table][row][i][b][color=mediumslateblue]Belisendé[/color][/b]
[color=lightsalmon]Mid-Morning[/color] | Temporary Camp | Reynes Kingdom[/i][/row][cell]
[color=mediumslateblue]"H-hero? Please..."[/color] Bel laughed, though the sound was nervous and hollow. She certainly didn't consider herself to be a hero of any sort, but she wanted to get that out of her mind for the moment. She kept a small smile in place as the knight - now with a name! - continued. [color=mediumslateblue]"Kyran, is it? Nice to finally, officially meet you as well."[/color] When Kyran and Einar chatted about the stronghold, she looked over in the direction of the fort, just visible from where they were. Yes, they'd have to scout it again and again in order to eventually take it. The thought chilled her, but she had been working herself up to the task. From the corner of her eye she caught Einar's expressive hands in action and was brought back to the conversation. [color=mediumslateblue]"Strange "date" indeed. And, do you really think it's her? I'd love the chance to finally see her in action..."[/color] Bel sighed. She thought the same now as she did then, that dancers had a unique ability to motivate others, and that she'd need all she could get in the coming days. She turned away from the distant, ominous fort fully, bringing her full attention back to the boys for now, though she knew that soon enough she'd have to move with the rest of Alnard's forces in an actual attack...


[i][color=peachpuff]Daybreak[/color], the Next Day | Fortress' Edge[/i][hr]...and the time had come. His Higness the Prince, though now branded a rebel, stood with his gathered forces, though reduced as they were. Belisendé was among them, astride her horse. Sunbeam stomped and snorted in place, awaiting the Prince's orders as much as Bel herself was. Though the horse was an eager animal, his rider was still, her hands clamped down tightly on the reins. She had been training with her bow, her accuracy improving and her confidence along with it, but the thought of going directly into battle - of [i]killing[/i] another person, again, weighed her down just as much as her skill lifted her up. Her mouth was set in a grim line as she waited. [i]I just have to do it,[/i] she thought, [i]this is what I wanted when I left. I have to do it. I [b]can[/b] do it. I won't let Prince Alnard down.[/i]

[color=9e0b0f][i]"Attack![/i][/color]

The Prince's voice lit a fire inside of both horse and rider, and Bel spurred her steed forward along with the rest of the group. As the fort's gate guards came clearly into view, the pink haired squire drew her bow and held it ready, taking aim at one of the axemen. Inside the walls there were surely more bandits, and she'd be sure to take care of any archers she saw, but first the way in needed to be cleared for those better suited to close quarters fighting. She pulled back an arrow, letting it fly swiftly at the man, hoping to take him down quickly in one shot. 
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[cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/iTSz1XL.png[/img]
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Status: [color=lawngreen]Alive[/color]
Currently: Attacking
[/center][u]Class[/u]: Squire
[u]EXP[/u]: 45
[u]Inventory[/u]:[list]
[*]Iron Bow (3/3)
[*]Vulnerary (3/3)[/list]
[hider=Stats][u]END[/u]: E [u]STR[/u]: E 
[u]MAG[/u]: D [u]DEX[/u]: C ([i]+2[/i])
[u]SPD[/u]: D [u]DEF[/u]: E 
[u]RES[/u]: D [u]LCK[/u]: C[/hider]
[hider=Supports]N/A[/hider][/cell][/table]