[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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To say that Fionn experienced some disappointment as the ambushers utterly broke would not be remiss; as much as he cared about the success of the mission and the well-being of those around him, he was ever in search of more opportunities to test himself, to prove and improve his skill, and it had been some time since he'd been on the field of battle. He'd hoped that the lot that faced them would have a bit more mettle, even with Morianne's workings—not enough to present a significant danger, but some worthwhile exercise.

Instead, moments after he'd told Gerard his quick plan, they force that had waylaid them was reduced to a scant few frightened survivors surrounded by the dead and dying that had previously been there compatriots. With a sigh he broke off to follow the Captain's orders, turning first to the bandit he'd left on the forest floor with a dent in his forehead, twitching slightly but otherwise completely limp. He pondered the form for a moment, before shrugging with a small sigh. [color=#008b8b]"Sorry, lad,"[/color] he muttered, before driving his blade into the heart of the man, twisting as he pulled it out. [color=#008b8b]"Not that you were in any state to even realize you weren't breathing right, but still."[/color] From there he turned to the rest, picking through and finishing off any who needed the small mercy.

Caught up in it and the disappointment as he was, he didn't notice much of the conversation started to spark back up, until he heard his name called. He quickly glanced over, seeing Renar turned his way. [color=#008b8b]"Aye, I'll be there,"[/color] he called back, wrenching his blade out of another bandit's chest. Bending down he quickly wiped it off on their trousers, before sheathing it and walking over to the only-mostly-dead one that Renar had found.

With a quick glance, he surmised that this man was a bit luckier than he might have been for the wound he'd taken, speared in the gut and with something more than blood lost as the weapon came back out. If it weren't for the good fortune to have a vein severed in the process he'd have been looking at a few days of agony at the least. [color=#008b8b]"Just drag, or try to lift him?"[/color] he asked Renar after the short observation. [color=#008b8b]"It's going to hurt quite a bit no matter what we do, but at least if we get you up in the air we can go over the other bodies rather than having to snake you through them to the Captain."[/color]