Varius shifted softly, as he looked at the gathering of many Beastkin, it didn't surprise him more less made him anxious. He remained silent as he listened as he kept his gaze forward. "[color=ed1c24]We've haven't really discussed everyone's abilities. We definitely need to make sure we all know who should remain as medicinal and healing so they can remain in the back. I fight with my blade and body, yet I think range would be the safest for cutting down the hordes if we are to take out the Rider. No telling if their infection nature, can easily infest the living.[/color]" Varius voice darkened as he spoke, thinking about their enemy. Thinking as his eyes returned to the outskirts as he folded his arms focused on the fight ahead more than the people that more than likely hate him, for being there, not having scratched out old details enough even as most of his armor and cloth were torn up from his previous battles and immigration here. It played in his mind, at least his beliefs, knowing it wasn't going to be easy. There fear of a redemption he may never obtain.