Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-31049256-20171205045600

(Flame, Despoina) Siara smiles, "I'm going to help the boys and Lumbre hold the Hound back, at least until you and Lady Cirelle can get the backup. I hope to see you soon my friend!"

Siara then rushes off, using her keen eyes to track the trail of frosty air Cirelle left behind when she and Despoina left.

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(Doc/Flame/Hound/Scorn) Trevor frowns at Armata's prodding, and whether or not it was the cause he can tell Marcus was ready to get serious. Following the horseman's lead he downs a Holstaur potion.

He immediately follows up by getting into an offensive stance. His body is low and turned slightly to the side, and his blade is held out and parallel with his chest, "Time to get serious..." he mutters, more an affirmation that he was going to give his all than to imply he wasn't already trying to KO Marcus.

He traces his hand slowly along the MW, the blade producing a singing hum that gets louder as he draws closer to the end. To those without enhanced hearing it is enough to rattle their vision and make their ears gain a feeling similar to bleeding despite the clear cause being a physically harmless Sword Skill.

To those with advanced hearing the sound is likely even more shrill and strong, almost blinding them if not outright debilitating them as it does to the Amazoness' mount.

The horseman grits his teeth as he moves in front of Trevor, his Target shield MW ready to slow any attackers with a Parry Skill to help Trevor land his own Skill. He was gambling pretty highly that the noise would keep their assailants from noticing his stance and feinting, but he was confident that it was a safe bet...he hopes.