[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Fionn stood still in a moment of confusion as the disembodied voice rang out around him and the Boars' commander, his brow furrowing as he relaxed again from the ready position he'd just taken up. [color=#008b8b]"What fresh hell is—"[/color] Then his eyes widened as the man cursed, blood covering his armour and the ground in front of him as he fell. All thoughts of a duel gone for the moment, Fionn dropped his own blade, rushing forwards to catch the man. [color=#008b8b][i]"Tyaethe!"[/i][/color] he bellowed across the battlefield, calling out to the only one he'd seen break a curse thus far. [color=#008b8b][i]"Clarice, Amy, Veilena! [b]Get over here!"[/b][/i][/color]

No sense, of course, in limiting it to just the one, when they had another who was well-versed in curses, a healer, and simply a powerful mage at the ready.

He turned back to the Boars' commander, quickly pulling off the man's helmet. [color=#008b8b]"Whatever you have left in you, man, [i]speak.[/i] If not a name, give us a title, something identifiable, quickly!"[/color]