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Kinda really short, but it gets things moving along quickly.
A fierce grin appeared on Reindolous's face. "I'm sure you'll do your father proud. Now let's go show those poor Turnip Bastards why you don't mess with the Royal Army."

Kal grinned as well, not anticipating the inevitable fight, but rather, enjoying the company of his oldest friend. As they helped each other put on their armor, the others began to wake, putting on their leather vests under chainmail haubergeons, gauntlets, steel-toed boots, and the like. Their helmets were conical helms, with a metal strip down the bridge of their noses, and their shields were painted the traditional blue-and-white four-spaced checker of the throne of Zersal.

Clearing his throat, Kal held his visored steel helmet in the crook of his arm, and began to speak. "Listen men. I was going to say something inspiring and blood-boiling to get you roused up. However, Reindolous brought me back to reality. This isn't going to be like any of the games we played as kids. People will die." At this, the non-veteran soldiers fidgeted uncomfortably. At least, until he continued speaking. "However, it's my job to make sure it's all of those Turnip Bastards' that are doing the dying today! Men, let's move out!"

The newer soldiers cheered, and the older soldiers nodded approvingly at both him, and thankfully at Reindolous. He had made sure that, while he knew the risks, he wouldn't charge ahead blindly, and risk all of their lives. Well, it was his job.

Getting into marching order, the soldiers, clad in clinking steel, and two riding their war-horses, rode into the outskirts of the village, ready for anything.
Well, I don't really mind if someone else gets mayorship, and I don't want to make a big deal about, but I think that the people wouldn't want someone who's politically slick. They'd probably want someone who is straightforward, not fancy.
@jasonwolf@ClocktowerEchos Or I could release my new character to you guys, and see if he's worthy of mayorship?
@jasonwolf Hmmm, I wonder who that could be. I DOUBT WE'LL EVER KNOW...
@DedonusOh well ,I guess I can do that. Hidey-ho!
@MrDidact Cool.
Angel: "Hey, Boom? I've got a picture, waiting for you on your phone. It looks a little like this.



Thought it might be helpful."

(Personally, I thought it was pretty funny-)

Angel: "SHUT UP!"
Dozer simply gazed at Sekhem cooly, her stare sharp as a knife. She didn't like the mummy, and didn't trust him at all. However, he was correct. They did need something for everyone to do together. Everyone in the room was aware of her gaze, and the distrust it strongly implied. However, she said nothing until the argument was almost over.

"His plan is valid: his requests for more power and resources are not. That's all I have to say." She REALLY didn't like being in the same room as that shifty mummy, it gave her a sort of... uncomfortable feeling. However, as many people pointed out, they are all on the same team, now, so she had to work together. Luckily, Cassandra, (God, she loved that woman,) handled the situation better than she ever would've. Continuing to glare at the mummy, Celine's head whipped around in the direction of her radio, on the table. Hearing her orders, she grabbed her radio and started talking to Andrew, and the rest of her men, as well as Aegis, a Citadel Guard division leader, who she worked with closely on several occasions.

Exiting the Tower, Celine kept barking orders into the radio, and began to jog, her body moving faster than most of the others, although there were a few metahumans with enhanced speed to help them along. When she passed Sentinel, she clapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, speaking in a low voice, "I know your duty is to protect the main gate, but if things get dicey, don't hesitate to fall back to protect the civvies, you hear? The gate, while important, isn't as big of a deal as the people." Sentinel nodded, and saluted her with his shield. However, she had already moved on, and gave him a distracted, halfhearted salute in reply, taking the stairs two at a time. When she reached the top of the wall, she rushed to stand beside Andrew, and grabbed his pair of binoculars from his toolbelt. Scanning the horde, she saw everything that Pariah saw, as well as what Cassandra saw, although in a lower resolution.

While they did have the elderly, ill, and young with them, Celine had seen gangs in L.A. that had done the same thing. Everyone went to a rumble, no matter if your arm was broken or if you were only twelve. So she didn't trust the mythics (excepting the Dark Towners) one bit.

Listening to Cassandra, Dozer grinned. "Hey, Cass, I was planning on going, no matter what you told me. However, I guess I'm not the one for diplomacy, so I'll try and keep my mouth shut. And let 'em come! I'd like to see them try and take us!"
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