[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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With a short nod, Fionn spun on his heel and strode over in Sir Adeforth's direction. The ranking Crown Knight agreed to loan out arms and armour without much hesitation, given the current state of things; with little more than a glance in their direction, he also summoned the help of a pair of castle staff to help transfer the equipment with a hastily-cleared kitchen cart. Still with his ears trained on the planning and interrogating happening behind him, Fionn was rapidly tallying up the equipment that they could afford to take the time to equip themselves with before their targets might be too suspicious of the time elapsed...or just run off entirely.

Focused as he was, and with the other sound still filling the great hall, he was almost shocked to suddenly feel Gerard's hand on his shoulder. He gave another nod, thankful for the extra help, before continuing to follow behind the staff leading on to the armoury. [color=#008b8b]"Just shirts of mail, this time around. Padded garments. Gauntlets that fit well enough and the like. We don't have time for any stock plate."[/color] Lein's call reached his ears as he spoke, going almost entirely unheeded; he already knew what the Hundi liked to work with as it was. [color=#008b8b]"Unless it's half-plate like we've seen, maybe."[/color]

Barely more than a breastplate, [i]that[/i] at least might go on with some speed. [color=#008b8b]"Oh, Gerard—"[/color]

A firm grip fell on the other fighter's shoulder, forcing him to slow his pace for a moment. [color=#008b8b]"Don't forget how things have changed now. Prepare to give yourself up if needed, not to [i]throw yourself away."[/i][/color]