[color=39b54a][center][center][h3]Merik Roak[/h3][/center][/center][/color]

Merik nodded to the lively man and started off towards the town while the others were getting set. Looking forward towards the sound of battle the lizard stopped and looked back at all of them for a moment. Most had seen combat before few had seen him during combat. The prince and the others where always talking about something called morale and how it effects those that they fight with.

Merik drew his full blade. The sword as tall if not taller than most of the others that stood preparing for a fight nearby. The blade gleamed in the sunlight the prince’s symbol cast into the guard of the mighty blade. He held it straight out from him, the tip touching a tree. With a fast mighty swing he cleaved the tree in two showing the men his strength. Holding the sword up to him to inspect the blade Merik smiled. [color=39b54a]“Merik is ready.”[/color] 

It wasn’t long after that Ruduf called for the advance, Merik rested the heavy blade on his shoulder and continued slightly ahead of the column just in case they ran into enemy forces that may be attempting to encircle the town. He was able to keep pace just fine even with the heavy armor and sword but he could still hear the others behind him talking. The prince and the others were charging ahead with others charging ahead of them. [color=39b54a]“Merik will keep moving towards the town, Merik will save the humans. Don’t you want to save humans Ruduf?”[/color] the lizard laughed while he kept moving. Laughing was a strange thing for him as it was something he learned from watching others.