[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

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"That's real brave of you, but pretty damn foolish, y'know?"

As the woman's hand rose, alight with elements bent to her arcane will, so too did that of Gerard, clad in shaped metal. Any monkey with two specks of gray between his ears to rub together would understand that she needed to be dealt with immediately— to allow her to blast them with the wrath of storms unimpeded was tantamount to suicide. It was an afterthought to him that she had been given the chance to surrender— it came as no surprise that it wasn't taken. They were in too deep to be argued back.

Nobody in this chamber was so foolish as to not have readied themselves for force's entry into the equation. Hell, if one wanted to speak with [i]honesty[/i], it was already far, far behind them.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KN9XjiOiuoA]A flash appeared before him,[/url] the gleam of tempered steel, spinning towards the witch with all of his might behind it as his arm [i]whipped[/i] down and forward. His knife, large and sturdy as it may have been, was not particularly balanced for throwing. He himself was not a particular specialist in the dangerous art of throwing knives at people. The distance between them was enough that she felt quite safe in gloating as she began to cast. Chances were that she would be able to stay out of the way without incident, with all these factors working in tandem.

Within his next breath, Gerard burst forth with longsword in hand, a loosed arrow within the knife's wake. He knew little of the nature of magic in even a general sense, let alone its many schools. He knew nothing of whether or not this woman required arcane incantations, specific motions, or certain materials to ply her trade. He was a total stranger to the realm of wizardry.

He was no stranger to warfare. 

The fact of the matter was that it didn't [i]need[/i] to be accurate, it didn't [i]need[/i] to be a direct threat. It simply needed to be distracting. Something to snap her attention off the knights that would secure the little girl, towards a more immediate problem. In that moment, her mind would not be set upon blasting away the Captain. Her reflexes would take over in some respect to the whirling, gleaming blur headed her way from just out of focus— and that would be his opening.

The sound of leather boots upon old stone were a staccato thunder as he surged forth, ravenously devouring distance between the silver-haired woman and he. The mage hadn't gloated without good reason— fast as even he was, there was ample space between them for her to see him coming and adjust her aim to him, should he have not rattled her concentration so thoroughly as to cause the spell to fizzle in her hand. To put things plainly, he was staring down the point of a spear and charging it. A tall order for anyone whose only method of attack from afar was already spent.

[color=goldenrod][i]That doesn't matter, though.

Even if I earn a bolt for my trouble, that's the point to begin with.

Every second I can make this woman focus on me is another my fellows can use to focus on [b]him[/b].

So long as they have the opening they need...

I'm not afraid of what I must do.[/i][/color]