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[color=537DAE][sub][h3]Location: Balmung Castle | Hallway[/h3][h3]Mentions:[@Ambra][@vietmyke][@Lucky][@Dezuel][/h3][/sub][/color]
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[color=lightgray]Arton retrieved his sword from the Valheimian's now lifeless body, crimson blood splattered along his forearm. He turned his head to side as he felt a warmth suddenly get closer. The Sollan nearly jumped at the creature that was busy pummeling a soldier with fists of flame and fury. The screams uttered by its victim was enough to be glad it was on their side and a reminder not to anger his Vieran roommate. Foolishly, he had let the goblin-creature distract him and didn't catch one of the last attackers aiming their weapon towards them. Adrenaline shot through his veins as he hastily tried to raise his shield in time, but the shots rang out first. He blinked and in that time Neve had cast a barrier over them. He looked back at Neve for a brief moment after she expelled the rest from the room, giving a small, curt nod of thanks [color=537DAE]"Thanks to you.[/color]. After fully rising to his feet, Arton took a look at the rest of their attackers and then his comrades [color=537DAE]"Right. I'm sure they're fine but we group together."[/color]. They were victorious in this instance but it was going to be a long, long night.

Arton entered the Hallway alongside Galahad, ready to cover his flank if the hall were flooded with more foes. A bright smile flashed on his face followed soon by an strained laugh as they ran into the boisterous red-mage from earlier [color=537DAE]"I, uh,  take it the rest of them with you are alright?"[/color] This was certainly going to be an on-going thing between them, wasn't it? He was hard-pressed to call it a 'battle' of wits but he couldn't find more accurate words at the moment [color=537DAE]"You're right, I'll be right back."[/color] Arton replied to Galahad before heading back into the room. He had most of the under-layers of his armor equipped already so it was a quick and simple task to put the rest on. This was the first time Arton had to fight with proper soldiers and he wondered if training and ability would be enough in lieu of real experience.

The Sollan emerged from their room once more, fully equipped in armor boasting a mixture of hard and soft plating [color=537DAE]"Well, I know at least [b]ONE[/b] person that is enjoying themselves right now."[/color] He wasn't exactly sure if Ranbu could have 'fun', but judging by her earlier tone towards Valheim this was probably close. His head turned to gaze down one end of the hall and then the other [color=537DAE]"What do we do now? Gather our forces and then?"[/color] He was out of his element completely. The last time he was in this kind of situation...well he figured Galahad would understand what to do.
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