Acrius looked back as someone tapped his shoulder only to find air. A voice rang out from his right ear.

[color=SlateBlue]"You speak of maidens and not letting Merik about, but t'was it not you who was frolicking with a maiden?"[/color]

The orange-eyed boy nearly had a heart attack then and there. While he had the uncanny ability to feel eyes on him, he thought it was just one of the meandering soldiers. He finally craned his neck towards the drow.

[b][color=#FF9900]"Gods..."[/color][/b] Acrius said, trying to keep a calm and cool face to mask his heart rate going up, [b][color=#FF9900]"Please don't do that, Zatana."[/color][/b]

[b][color=#FF9900]"Let's just say... the 'humans' round the Empire don't quite take kindly to uhhm..."[/color][/b] He paused as if to look for the words before scratching his head roughly, [b][color=#FF9900]"Humans in the Empire don't have real 'respect' for beastmen. I ain't a scholar, I don't know, it's just what I've heard from gramps- er, Balthazar, s'all. It's stupid but that's how it is."[/color][/b]

[color=SlateBlue]"You speak of maidens and not letting Merik about, but t'was it not you who was frolicking with a maiden?"[/color]

[b][color=#FF9900]"Ugh,"[/color][/b] Acrius replied simply, feeling a headache bubbling, [b][color=#FF9900]"Its the city girls, they're all mad, I don't know. Let's not talk about it, I feel like you'll conjure her by doing so."[/color][/b]

[color=39b54a]“Merik will stay.”[/color]

[b][color=#FF9900]"Merik it's Leonidas' order-"[/color][/b] The bell interrupted Acrius. It seemed that the west wall was under siege. Seems like the goblins and orcs offer no respite as the walls were bombarded. He watched Merik simply saunter over to the wall and begin chucking wooden pillars like they were one of the paper gliders kids make. With a devilish grin he muttered, [b][color=#FF9900]"Well, well, well. Whatta show off."[/color][/b]

[b][color=#FF9900]“Don't worry, Zatana,”[/color][/b] Acrius also made his way to the wall, ignoring the soldier who tried to stop him, [b][color=#FF9900]“I won't jump over the wall... probably.”[/color][/b] Acrius said the last part quietly and away from earshot (Though her being a drow she heard it quite easily). He 'borrowed' a bow and quiver from the stack of weaponry. The oranged-eyed boy took aim and let slew a volley of arrows. Each one found a mark; he aimed for the goblins whose shields and formations were in disarray thanks to Merik. Acrius didn't exactly enjoy using the bow as he preferred the visceral feeling of close combat- the clashing of steel, strength and skill. What's the fun in taking out an enemy from a safe, far distance? But archery was a close second, short of jumping the wall and gunning straight for those accursed catapults.

[b][color=#FF9900]"Hey Rudolph!"[/color][/b] Acrius shouted over the fighting as he ducked behind the battlements to take cover from the goblins' own arrows, [b][color=#FF9900]"Do you think fire arrows would work? Gotta try something, those cannons are taking their damned sweet time. I have half a mind to jump down there and burn them myself!"[/color][/b]

Acrius really wasn't going to jump over the wall. Even he knew that was suicide.
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