Traherne Derwen was quite the sight with his large frame wild red hair and mountainous form upon his light colored pony. He did not like the sight that had unfolded in front of him. The land looked dead...and if not dead miserable. His face did not show any of this displeasure but rather his face showed nothing of what he was thinking. He slowly paused next to a nearby tree and removed his glove to place his bare hand upon its withered bark. As his eyes shut it was clear that he seemed to be checking the health of the tree itself. Granted, it was entirely too difficult to tell the results.
Once Traherne was done checking the tree he moved to follow behind the green knight. Once the man stopped Traherne stopped and watched what was unfolding.
"I am not sure that is the best way to raise morale" His words were not loud and accented by his welsh nature. He dis mounted Sunstone and stood beside his steed, his tall self adorned in padded cloth armor of blues and greens. Icy blue eyes were now focused on what was about to happen in front of him. If he had to, he would step in. After all, they had just arrived this course of action was not the best way to make an impression.
Apollo had been training nearby to sir Gawain. Though his training was one against one and rather strange. Where his opponent was armed with a blunted sword in his armor, Apollo seemed unarmed. Blood red armor shined in the minimum light and he seemed rather nonthreatening, until the spikes on the gauntlets were more visible. Those paired with Red Marble sheathed at his side made him a lot more threatening. His opponent continually swiped at him and he kept dodging until he heard the arrival of the newcomers then he stepped into punching range and there was a loud thud that resounded as spiked gauntlet met armored chest. The opponent stumbled back as the air left his lungs and wheezes out his finishing of the training with Apollo.
Apollo meanwhile was focused on making his way to the green individual and the one that trained him. As he walked he pulled off his helmet to allow one the newcomer to see what he looked like and two to get a better look at now two new individuals. As he got closer he heard what the green knight said and now looked entirely too eager.
"Is that so? Well!" He put his helmet back upon his head and balled up his fists making the spikes that stood on them look rather sharp.
"I will take you up on that" He sounded entirely too eager and the stance he took was entirely too cocky, but this was the blood knight. If he did not do something like this in response then he was probably ill at best.
Dorian was rather unimpressed with the current state of the land. It was depressing at best and a rather wild haired welsh man just touched a tree for far too long in the distance from what he could see from his location near the gate. He quickly found himself located nearby the green knight after he had passed, but better able to view the rather interesting fighting style of the one clad in red after all he would much rather be watching that then someone touching a tree. He leaned forward in the saddle of his horse he had been riding before looking over to see the green knight issue a challenge to any of the knights there. Then the knight he had been watching seemed all too eager to accept.
Dorian shook his head and dismounted before making his way closer. Arms crossed and a brow raised as he mentally weighed the chances of who would win. After all, when something like this happens what else is one to do but mentally think about taking bets. He leaned forward to see the dented armor of the one who had gone up against the red armored knight and then straightened and looked at the rather large green knight. Both clearly had their brains elsewhere, but spike gauntlets against axe and shield...not the best odds there. He shook his head and glanced around to see the commotion on the other end and while that looked just as interesting, it was not a fight between a rather cocky individual and a towering mass of green. He glanced at the wild haired red head near him and quickly figured out that the welsh man was just as focused on the events unfolding in front of him as he was going to be now...no hope for conversation there, but no need.
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