[center][h3]Fyr[/h3][/center]

A gambeson... It felt quite a little weird and that not only because he had not worn any protective gear in a long time, but also because back in his homeland, they used different stuff in general. It was quite the tight affair in his case to say the least, but Fyr could clearly see that it was way better than nothing and gave the former slave who had donned it an appreciative nod.

None of them seemed to be willing to stay behind, none of them seemed unmotivated or afraid and even Dalious right next to him seemed to be driven by the urge to exact revenge upon those demonfolk. Fyr turned around and tightened his grip around his shovel, then decided on his callout to start the attack: [color=yellow]"I want my axe back!"[/color] As if slaying all the guards had any real potential to get him closer to knowledge about its whereabouts... but at least then he'd be able to search with all the profoundness and privacy necessary!

Given the number of marching feet, Fyr did not even start to hope that they'd manage to approach the guards unnoticed. He did count on them not expecting such a large number of people under so little control however and exchanged a brief grin with Dalious. [color=yellow]"Are you ready for something ?"[/color] A brief pause, then he continued: [color=yellow]"I mean, you look like quite the quick and maneuverable person. I'm sure I could help you to be even more of a surprise to them..."[/color]

It didn't take long for the stampede to reach their first destination however. [color=yellow]"We need to talk about my idea before the next fight![/color] It was too late now, but there certainly were more guards to come after these, which they hopefully would be able to dispose of quickly. Fyr thrusted forwards giving the impression of a wandering earthquake, his shovel in one hand and his other fist ready to strike. It was not as much of a bloody mess as it had been in Cicero's case earlier, but a much more mangled one on the individual level as Fyr managed to deflect the guardsman's blade with the shovel first and then made it break through the demonfolk's ribs and stop the heart from beating. The other one ? Well, there was Dalious and plenty of former slaves it would have to deal with...

[hider=Rolls]Attack against first guard: 1d20+3 = 23[/hider]