[table][row][i][b][color=mediumslateblue]Belisendé[/color][/b]
[color=peachpuff]Daybreak[/color] | Inside, Southern Entrance[/i][/row][cell]
As the melee units dashed in, Belisendé too advanced. It didn't take more than the barest flick of the reins for Sunbeam to gallop inside. The horse's hooves fell heavy on the fortress' stone floor and he gnashed his teeth - surely if he were a wyvern he would take to biting in a direct challenge to Mors. Hells, he looked ready to bite even as a horse, but though painful it wouldn't have quite the same deadly effect. 

The animal squeezed through the entrance and stamped proudly into the large open room as Bel took quick stock of the situation in the interior. There were bandits to either side of the group, and dead ahead. She couldn't see the other half of their forces, but she trusted they were alright.

Before the young archer could even think about selecting a target, Trace had whirred from the axeman on their left to the group in front of them. On the opposite side she could only assume that their other lancer was doing the same thing. However, he'd left the man wounded but alive. Had he made a mistake, thinking his blow to be a killing one and moved on? Or... maybe a skilled solider trusted their allies to cover for them?

The thought made a little spark of pride well in Bel's chest. She lined up her arrow, letting it loose to swiftly finish off the axe bandit before looking for another target. 
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[cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/2WE67jO.png[/img]
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Status: [color=lawngreen]Alive[/color]
Currently: Attacking
[/center][u]Class[/u]: Squire
[u]EXP[/u]: 60
[u]Inventory[/u]:[list]
[*]Iron Bow (2/3)
[*]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]