[table][row][right][color=0072bc][h3][b]Einar[/b][/h3][/color]Kingdom of Reynes  ||  Alymere Fort  ||  Morning[/right][/row][cell]It took only a few days before the assault on this fort commenced and before he knew it, Einar was standing with a crowd that was no bigger than a small militia. Didn't need too big of a group to overtake this place, especially with what the seven of them reported back. As he stood there with some of the infantry, a few of them were some fresh faces, but nevertheless, Einar did have a good idea on how to approach this.

Squinting at the fort, analyzing it once more, the mercenary placed a hand on his blade, grasping the hilt and holding it in place. His breathing was still, calm as the morning breeze, running through what he would do, as these bandits looked a bit smarter than those raiders they faced a week ago; meant he couldn't be as brash as last time.

Nevertheless, he was patient, waiting for the signal that the Princeling would eventually give as he bent his knees, as if a panther on the prowl. At the moment when the time was ripe, Alnard cried out the command; Einar felt his blood surged as his vision became sharper, digging his feet into the ground as the sounds of guttural shouting emanated from the fort, watching as the sentries scamper from the walls; the battle had commenced.

Instead of jumping into the fray, Einar waited, swiftly assessing the situation unlike a few who were a bit gung ho. What was the best time to strike was the question, as efficiency was at the front of his mind.

Speaking of gung ho, he expected that bulky man, Thom, to be at the forefront, [i]not[/i] that woman, Artemisia, charging into the melee; thought she was more collected than that. He could help but roll his eyes, groan, and be equally befuddled at the same time, and as much as he thought it would be stupid to try and move, an arrow flying towards one of the bandits caught his attention.

Sucking up all the air, Einar dug his feet in even further before launching himself forward, sprinting into the battle. Deftly drawing his sword, the mercenary kept his eye on the woman as she was nearly struck by an hour. Good, hopefully that brought her out of whatever stupor she was in as he turned his gaze back to the primary target.

From the looks of it, they were getting tunnel vision, axe grasped confidently in their hands as they eyed the woman, rushing to make her into mincemeat. What they didn't account for was the two new threats that emerged - the arrow flying in his direction and Einar as he held his blade out to the side.

Just as he closed in on the bandit, Einar came within the bandits vision, forcing the man to address him as opposed to Artemisia. Hoisting the axe to the side, Einar smirked as the brigand telegraphed his action and instead of fully committing to the assault, hopped back as soon as he was within range, causing the bandit to whiff.

Completely open, he took it, thrust his sword forward at the mans chest.[/cell][cell][img]https://i.postimg.cc/FHvr0y5G/untitled3.png[/img]
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Status: [color=lawngreen]Cracking some skulls[/color]
[/center][hider=Information][u]Class	  [/u]
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[u]Inventory    [/u]
Iron Sword [3/3]
Vulnerary [3/3]
Blast Powder [1/1]

[u]Experience [/u]
15/85

[u]Fortune	   [/u]
0

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

[u]Action	   [/u]
Stabbing a Brigand

[u]Supporting  [/u]
Artemisia ([@Lugubrious])
Bel ([@Yankee])[/hider][/cell][/table]