Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Undeservingly Confident 

The blasting of the horn had cut the admittedly growing awkwardness of the conversation like a hot knife through butter. Bromann was greatful for the interruption but only until he heard the orders he and the others would be tasked with following. Slowly his smirk would begin to spread across his face again, a clear sign of his nerves. His eyes would shift from between Andrea, Axol, Rachel, and the Guy with the mecha suit. A chuckling “[color=007236]Not the time Axol,if we make it out alive then we can discuss the books.[/color]” Was the first reply, hopefully the levity in the statement did not completely overshadow his firmness. “[color=007236]Aye andrea, The faster we move the more likely we will be able to get there before the enemy floods the area. The tower is more defensible, at least more so than an open field. If we are able to get a defensive position in place we might be able to attract enough of the creatures to give the fort some breathing room.[/color]” He would say analyzing their situation with a shrewd eye and an optimistic outlook. 

He readied himself taking his bow off of his back and gripping an arrow in his free hand, waiting at the gate for his allies to gather. He hadnt laid eyes on the Tower in the velley, had no idea how far they would have to run, yet he was worried a tad about Rachel and the mage. He wagered Axol and Andrea would be alright, they looked like they would be at home in a state of combat. The Robot guy, earlier had moved across the snow with enough ease that Bromann figured he would be the first to the tower, but rachel…he was not sure about. She seemed uncomfortable with the mission at hand, and he was by no means sure about her ability to run, or fight for that matter. “[color=007236]We’ve got this.[/color]” He muttered to himself, the grin on his face mixed with his wide eyes surely made him look manic, his anxiety was through the roof. Yet this flood of adrenaline was exactly what he was looking for, and for the first time in years he not only felt alive, but as if his actions would soon matter in a way they had not for most if not all of his life.