Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171117024007

(Hound/S9) Eothred's eyes follow in the direction of the tracking Amazon and her companions. They veer in a different direction, his soldier's instincts leading him to far more advantageous terrain.

"There." He points to a distant, loose cluster of trees blanketing a hill.

"Those three think they have the trail of someone, but they're wrong. I'll bet a purse of soverigns that whoever they're trying to follow is in that cluster, just over that hill.  I'll look.  And if I see anything, I'll clash my shield."

He spurs his horse and rides off towards the trees, taking a roundabout way to make sure the Amazon's group doesn't see his maneuver and beat him to the punch.

Circling to the far side of the hill, he rides through the trees until he can see what is on the other side.

Hound and Kurga hear the galloping slowing to a halt. Some twenty yards away, Eothred rides into view, pulling his horse to a stop.

He clearly sizes up the warriors. Hound's sharp sight can see Eothred's eyes fall on the greatsword slung on his own back. He pauses for several seconds.

His eyes narrow. He claps his visor shut, raises his halberd, and clashes his shield three times.

Whether or not this is a signal to someone else or a salute to the warriors he is about to face is unclear, but his intentions are.

With a yell heard even through his helmet, he spurs his gray mare to a full gallop. His display of skill is immediately apparent as he rises just out of the saddle, steering his horse with his knees, his halberd raised to take a vicious swipe...