[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
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Almost imperceptibly, the charcoal-haired man's grip upon his blade's pommel tightened.

[color=goldenrod]"I believe we all did. I suppose, at least, they can only get better from here."[/color] came the reply cast over his shoulder, before he met the pair of approaching footsteps with a brief, flinty glance. A silent, immense knight clad in ebony plate strode alongside a girl, easily young as the three from before. Her bearing alone suggested nobility, to say nothing of her dress or apparent guard. His face was of course unreadable behind the visor he wore, but Gerard could at the very least divine that the man was alert. Good.

[color=goldenrod]"We've got her detained and are in the process of interrogation. The more experienced and cool-headed Roses than I are handling it, so for now I help guard."[/color] he replied, jerking his head to indicate the ring of Iron Roses that still encircled the scene, and the Princess by proxy. [color=goldenrod]"Once we know who sent her and why, I can't imagine our response would marshal anything less than our totality. This [i]won't[/i] stand. That I promise."[/color]

He spoke with only tempered steel, as if the words served to reinforce his already-held convictions as much as they were to inform the pigtailed girl. Out of the corner of his eye, the impassive goliath was a pillar of onyx.

A shortsword on the hip. A Zweihander on the back. It was though he were loomed over by a blackened specter of Fleuri. He supposed this to be plain enough proof of yesterday's determinations— there were many such monsters like Jeremiah strewn about the world. Could this man measure up to that awe-inspiring display he'd borne witness to? Segremors saw no reason to doubt it. It was a blessing that he seemed to be on their side, but it was all the more reason to keep honing oneself.

There were doubtlessly many that would not be so welcome a sight on the field, yet would appear nonetheless.

He continued to stare into the hall.

[color=goldenrod]"You are?"[/color]