[center] [h1] [color=d72525] Sergio della Gherardesca [/color] [/h1] [/center]

[color=d72525] "Quite rude, ah! To omit our involvement, Ser Renar!" [/color]

It was at that point that the pointy end of a warpick sent itself crashing into the tin hat of an assailing bandit, bones and metal yawning under the impact, gore spewing from the jagged hole as the wielder yanked the weapon from its temporary resting place. With a quick twist, the opposite end of the weapon cleaved through the neck of another marauder, finally sending itself back by its master's side just after. 

The user, was, unmistakably, the Knight of the Harvest Moon. As was somewhat trademark for the gentleman, he'd appeared to...well...appear, unannounced but very much noticed. He easily sidestepped another dirk thrust from an angry brigand, backhanding the talentless thief with the front of his shield, leaving it ambiguous as to whether the Knight had instantly killed him or simply left him as good as dead. 

[color=d72525] "Thugs. Were I to kill for money, it would only make sense that I'd invest in brains, as well as steel." [/color] Sergio sighed, tutting several times as he rolled his shoulders, the front of his now extra red tabard whipping behind him in the process. [color=d72525] "But again I talk. Hurry up with the beast, comrades!" [/color]