~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles pulled on the strap of his bag with his left hand, tightening it comfortably on his shoulder. His right hand lazily rested on the hilt of his sheathed sword. He reminisced the time when he'd gotten this sword. Before he was just using the standard issued blade most every soldier received, but on that day he got a choice. He never regretted his sword choice and to this day it is still a fond memory of his. [i]I just hope I can put in a few more years with you, this is a dangerous one...I really don't know if we'll all make it out. But, we gotta stay positive.[/i] Miles thought, looking at his sword. He imagined his sword giving back a hopeful smile. 

Miles had already started walking, giving little consideration to the others, "Hurry up with you! No point standin' round like a bunch of starflowers, let's get a move on." He spun around on his toes to face the group but continued to walk, walking backwards away from them. "The sooner we get to fightin' the sooner you folks can see just how useful each of you are." Miles bellowed. He spun back on his heel and faced the way he was walking. He wasn't quite sure if this was the way Ana intended to go, but it was the closest road that led to the cities edge. He figured Ana would correct him if he [b]was[/b] going the wrong way, which, he didn't think he was.