[table][row][b][h3][color=00a651]Kyran Cynmaer[/color][/h3][/b][hr]
[i][b]Kingdom of Reynes, Alymere Exterior[/b][/i][/row][cell]

The next few days rushed by swiftly, with an ever present tension radiating from the looming fortress nearby. Kyran did what he could in this fleeting calm before the storm and rather than fret over the battle to come, he instead turned his focus to the duties he'd been assigned. Scouting the fortress with a few familiar faces, lending a nearby village a hand with their bandit problem, and lastly serving as sentinel along the northern border were how he spent the short time before the impending battle reared its ugly head. He also learned that his stay with the remnant Lothian forces would be longer than originally expected... much longer in fact. Though it stung having to leave behind his countrymen in such tumultuous times, he'd already decided that he'd do all he could to help Alnard on his quest, and Kyran wasn't one to break his own promises after all.

Before he'd even really noticed it, dawn had come and with it the Lothian army stood ready for battle upon the outskirts of Alymere. Now cloaked in crimson Kyran stood among the small invasion force atop Lei, both rider and steed eyeing their target and waiting with bated breath for the fated moment that the attack would commence. In the tension, Kyran found his mind wandering to strategy, how could they manage to assault a famed fortress like Alymere when so many others before had failed? If the intelligence they had discerned from scouting was to be believed, there would only be a scant force guarding this entrance, yet still they were not to be underestimated even though they were only bandits. Even wild animals could fight like demons once cornered, and cornered they certainly were. To his understanding there was also a secondary entrance to the south of Alymere that was even less well guarded, if they were to divide their forces then perhaps- 

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

Alnard's rallying call to action snapped the squire from his thoughts and back to attention, the time had come at last and the battle had begun. With a start the squire shot off towards the fortress though he was initially somewhat behind those who'd already rushed into the fray. As the duo picked up speed and raced towards the gate, Kyran took a moment to survey the budding skirmish before him. To his left. he saw Bel and Einar making short work of one of the axemen, and on his right the two stoic spear-wielders whose names eluded him were currently dealing with the other brigand. Dead ahead, a mage was in the process of striking at the archers beyond the front line which was good and all, but knowingly or not they were making themselves quite the tempting target in the process. The rider also picked out one amongst their foe's ranks who seemed out of place, his footing and the way he held his blade made it clear that he was not nearly as green as his fellows. To make matters yet worse it seemed that he'd noticed the overextended magus, that wouldn't end nicely. No matter, Kyran would just have to make a lot more noise then her and he had an idea of how to do just that. With a shout he spurred his companion to a rapid pace, building up to a high speed as he surpassed the frontline in a flash of crimson and onyx. He drew his blade and prepared to strike as he shot past the mage and in mere instants he was upon his chosen quarry. Time seemed to slow down for the squire as Lei almost leaped and he aligned his blade with the swordsman's neck and upper chest, her speed and momentum boosting his strength behind the sword. If all went well, he'd deal a considerable blow to his opponent as well as taking the heat off of the mage. He'd know in mere moments as his strike was punctuated by a thunderclap of ebon hooves. 
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[b]Status[/b]: [color=LawnGreen]Engaging The Enemy[/color]
[/center][u]Class[/u]: Squire
[u]Inventory[/u]:
Iron Sword (3/3)
Vulnerary
[u]Experience [/u]
30/70
[hider=Stats]
END:	C
STR:	D
MAG:	E
DEX:	E
SPD:	D
DEF:	D
RES:	C
LCK:	E
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[u]Action[/u]
Performing [i][u]Wrath Strike[/u][/i] on a Mercenary
[u]With:[/u] Artemisia [@Lugubrious]
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