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[color=6ecff6][i]This is it,[/i][/color] he thought to himself.  [color=6ecff6][i]This is what I've been training for.[/i][/color]

The current situation sat strangely surreal in Sir Storm's mind.  Even the fact he was a [i]'Sir'[/i] was an odd thing in of itself.  But here he was, amidst a band of more than two hundred knights, about to fight it out to the death with bandits.  Up until this point, it had been a concept - an idea - something far off to prepare for.  For the few months he'd been a knight, he'd trained, ate and slept with his new comrades.  He'd gone out into the city, looking for wealthy, lackadaisical lords and ladies that might 'make a donation' to his fundraising campaigns that would supplement his armour purchases.  He'd purchased his incomplete armour, one piece at a time - a single pauldron here, a set of greaves there - and posed in the mirror when no one was around.  Not to say that Lucas hadn't been taking the whole knight-thing seriously.  He had.  But there was a sense of fun to it.

Not anymore.

He was positioned near the front of the vanguard after forcing his way forward before they set out.  [i]'The tip of the spear'[/i] as Gerard Segremors would say.  Gerard was in fact the reason Lucas was determined to be here - both at the front [i]and[/i] in the Order all together.  He looked over to make sure he could still see his idol.  There Gerard was, a row in front over to his left.  It was reassuring for the younger knight.

As everyone began to dismount, Lucas did the same, swapping his lance out for the sword fastened to his saddle.  His blood was already running fast.

[color=lightgreen][b]"Awl'right cap'n, who dae you ken tae go about for the flanking party in the auld akelarre?"[/b][/color]

Katerina, Lucas remembered.  The colourful wizard was difficult to forget.  And just as difficult to understand, at times.  As the woman went on, offering up her advice, Lucas did his best to follow along.  At least he would only have to fully understand Captain Fanilly.

[color=6ecff6][i]Follow orders.  Don't die.[/i][/color]  If he could manage these two things, he'd consider today a good day.