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"Ha, right-o spell spitter, let's toast the sodders and toast to a victory well earned!" Jerod stormed forward, seeing the mage and priest angling to the left path he was moving on to intercept them or attack, whichever it really was, not much of his concern. He pulled ahead of the mage girl, not intending to let her lead the charge, she wasn't even wearing any real armor from the looks of it, and that would do at all. Of course, the enemy mage was trying to stop them with spells, fire strikes of some sort or another. Jerod weaved back and forth between spell hits, not intending to even slow down for the mage, literally shoulder checking him into the wall to the myrmidon's left, leaving him for the spell slinger to 'smite' in her own words, and bullrushed onto the priest instead. Taking down unarmed foes was hardly sporting, but in this kind of fight, he had little room for mercy. Besides, that man could undo their hard work, and that would not do at all.

For my male MU? Tiki. Female? I'm still torn on who I would ship the most xD

Speaking of child characters, Morgan, all of my yes to Morgan. Male or Female. And speaking of the Avatar, I could never rightly decide what class to leave the Avatar, every time he hit over ten, second seal, new class. And if you made a female Henry, the character interactions would be even more potentially funny, looking at this group we have going so far. Oddity always makes things better.

TheWindel: I figure no worries, considering as long as there is space open, characters can pop in at just about any point. This is Fire Emblem, characters can be recruited at all sorts of times. Apollosarcher: Gaius amused me, especially when you recruit him. I'd have to rank Henry pretty high, absolutely batshit insane, but amusing in all his supports none the less.

Hah, always was fond of Gregor, that old swellsword. I'll never be able to pick one favorite character from Awakening, though. All of em end up somehow endearing in some fashion, at least for me.

I didn't originally plan to have Jerod talk like this, but its been far too entertaining for me not to so far. Apologies in advance if it gets on someones nerves.

"Champion of Naga, prodigal tactician, whatever ye say laddie. We be stuck in the same mess of yers." Jerod grinned, taking some enjoyment out of ribbing the younger man as the man burnt alive, turning to finish off fifth bandit he had been fighting, kicking his knee out and driving the sword home into his skull. Bracing his boot, he shoved the dead bandit off his blade and turned to see more bandits gathering. Some religious nutter, sellsword, spell slinging skirt wearer, and some brittle bowyer who seemed in charge. Of course, lad tactician set out some orders and he shrugged, shifting his grip on the blade as he turned towards the left, making an offhand comment at the time. "Ye got it lad. Hey, lady lance a lot, good luck with the kiddie champion." Jerod was about to go onto his assigned path when some new mage lass showed up, instead offering to help them rather than jumping in on the bandits side. She offered to tag along with the Myrmidon, and he shrugged in a good natured way. He gave magic users good natured mocking, he did it to everyone really, but they were always helpful to keep around on hand. Magic reached farther than most swords did, after all. Glancing at the preparing bandits, he looked back at the other three and cricked his neck to one side and the other, popping the joint audibly. "Fine by me, spell spitter. And use Jerod, if it pleases ye." Watching the arrow fail to do anything usefull, on top of the madness he was spitting out, Jerod laughed in their faces. That amused him to no end, considering even if it was a ruse, he would assume it was, that wasted time and ammunition on the archers part. And that was foolhardy. Jerod was ready on the lad Champions word to move, speaking to the lady mage in the meantime. "This sodding tosser couldn't tag the broadside of that academy wall at this rate! Let's go spell spitter, time ta show em real soldiering. At yer word, laddie."

Lunatic+ gets all my nope. This run was for fun, if memory serves, since its difficulty is far too low for anything else xD

Heh, this has me going back to Awakening to continue another playthrough of the game xD Even though I told myself to play something else for a bit.

Jerod was speaking with some merchants over supplies of some sort or another. The list wasn't really his concern, he had been asked to go deal with the stuff by the local innskeeper of the district, in return, his room and board would be reduced. It was a helpful thing, considering he was a bit strapped for funds at the moment, damned religious naga worshippers had been a pain in his arse, constantly trying to sway him and otherwise condemn him, made finding work hard in most places. But, just as the merchant turned him away, he heard some commotion. Turning, he quickly analyzed the situation. Three, no, five men, ambushing some lad who looked too young to be holding that sword and fancy magic book of his. None watching their backs from intervention. Well, that simply wouldn't do, and he rested his hand on his sword, starting his run towards the combat. "Oi, ye brazen nutters! Over 'ere!" The sound of footsteps, fast footsteps, and the unsheathing of a sword was evident and two of the men turned in time to see a mail wearing warrior, brandishing an iron sword in a two handed grip, charging right into their attempted ambush. The man charging was tall, easily taller then the highest standing of the cravens ganging up on a youthful boy, even as armed as he was. Beneath the weather worn traveling cloak was a mail vest, lighter than the plate favored by man professional soldiers, but it provided protection enough for the man's purposes. He bore no mark of status, no identifying insigna as to some well known hero or villain, but he acted anyways. A swift, strong kick to the midriff sent one man stumbling back, and he locked sword against axe with the other, half grinning despite the situation. "No restin' lad, still got three of the sodders on yer end." A hard cross draw broke the stalemate, leaving a cut, not lethal, on the face of the man he had been locked blades with. The other fellow he had put the boot to was on his feet and re engaging, and Jerod moved fast, far faster than his frame would have belied, parrying and knocking him away again, turning to backstep from a downward swing, sparks flying from the mail coat as it caught the tip of the enemies weapon. A counter stroke was made, not felling the man yet, but at two of the lad's assailants were more then preoccupied right now, and given time, he would certainly best both of them. That much, Jerod was certainly confident about. So far, momentum and speed had carried the man, and he pressed this advantage, either striking or knocking away one foe or the other, alternating between the two to keep their focus on him. Three on one was bad enough, but five on one from two directions? Not fair at all, so Jerod was leveling the playing field for the young lad.