Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171115150921

(Blue team/S9/Flame) Eothred saddles up and straps on his shield, gripping the reins with his open left hand and hoisting up his halberd with his right, yanking its haft end from the soil. He looks down to Trevor and Siara.

"I suppose that means it's us three then. That's enough for a covering maneuver. I can ride ahead and recon while you bring up the rear, and we can make our way across until we find someone.  Just make sure you're not cut off by falling too far behind."

His speech has the surety of someone who's used to having undivided attention on the battlefield. He looks out and waits for the signal.