[h2][color=6ecff6]Galain Jinn[/color][/h2][h3]Kobold Farms[/h3][hr]
The elf was pleased to be among the kobolds. They were definitely one of the easier monstrous races to get along with. If Galain had not taken classes regarding ethics and slavery, he would have bought one for himself to serve as his own companion. He ignored the silent judgment of his companions, primarily because they weren't saying anything, and continued to pat the kobold guardsman on the head comfortingly before they were all brought to the supposed "enimy."

Making their way deeper into the fields of the farm, Galain clutched his blade by its sheath to prepare himself, taking note of how organized these hounds really were. It was quite impressive, really, despite how primitively ill-equipped they were. The more Galain thought about it, however, the more it made sense. Kobolds were essentially just walking, talking dogs in the end, and dogs thrived in packs as they were social animals. To see them all organized in such a way was only natural. In the end, however, hounds were still hounds, and Galain took note of how they could improve upon their positioning.

Seeing the Kobold Chief as well as his retinue prepare for an attack, Galain also made sure to ready himself as well, holding his wrapped blade to his side and unraveling the thread that held its paper bindings together. With his dominant hand hovering over the handle of his blade, he watched carefully at the rustling of leaves. Galain poised himself to leap forward at whatever foul monstrosity would show its face at the group.

Galain's particular style of swordsmanship was unalike to much of his kin. Rather than flashy swordplay, it relied wholly on efficiency, making use of every movement one would make in combat. Among the many hallmarks of his style was the art of the draw. It's because of this that Galain chose a uniquely forged blade, one that would allow Galain to act as soon as combat began. For someone whose techniques rely primarily on defense, it was important for Galain to develop some that would take advantage of any openings he would find. And what better opening there was in combat than attacking before the battle even began?

However, even Galain was caught off guard by the appearance of... [i]that thing.[/i] Galain knew that if the kobolds needed immediate help, it wouldn't be for something so mundane. As a matter of fact, they were right to ask for help! Its fear-inducing honk almost caused Galain to falter...

In truth, Galain was quite unimpressed. He decided to make it a point to approach the beast rather casually before wacking it across the side of the head with his sheathed blade.