InnocentSerenity

“Nice shot.” Rokan dashed to Noah’s side, his eyes keeping watch of the Fighter’s movements. “I’ll finish him off." Move to P19 and do the buddy system with Noah (incapacitate the Fighter)

Move to L11, dance Ecquis and Meredith

“Well, good on them. They’re smart enough to not get themselves killed.” Rokan took a peek to see one lone soldier standing in the trees. “Guess not all of them were.” Rokan took position south, taking aim at the man. He leaned back, noticing the kid behind him. “Thanks for the help, but please don’t follow those guys, we’d prefer you fighting the people that actually want our blood.” Move to O15 and snipe a Soldier (but gently!)

"Can't say I never tried, at least." Rokan took position after watching the child move forward to enemy range. Seeing a particular enemy in the distance, he thought he'd try to get the boy's attention again. "Keep an eye on that lancer. You can take him down easy." Move to Q13 and hold

"I feel a bit tougher. Like I could take down a few soldiers on my own."

“That sounds good.” Rokan spun his arrow between his fingers, the speed forming a circle for anyone with eyes not quick enough to see. “Just stay safe. We got into this trouble because of you, I think we'd all prefer you're still around by the end of it.” The archer tossed the arrow into the air, spinning around as it fell back to his hand. "Even if most of us want you alive to bring back to these guys." “Oh, right.” The man blinked as he realized a detail he had never gotten. “Name’s Rokan. Do you like being called ‘kid’ or you wanna be called something else?”

“I bet I could take on a few of these guys on my own if I had a crossbow on me.” The archer gave a small laugh. “And my job description says to keep the peace.” Rokan stretched out his arms, referring to the enemies in the surrounding area. “No one likes seein’ soldiers and hired mercenaries in their streets, so we thought we’d help out and try to get them out of here. And these guys attacked us in broad daylight, so this is just self-defense.” The man put emphasis into his words, trying to sound more official than he probably was. Rokan gave a serious expression to the boy, though h

Rokan gave a chuckle as he heard the kid speak. “Certainly look tough, playing around with that axe with about eight highly trained professionals helpin’ ya out.” Rokan glanced over at his other allies, taking note of the horseback healer and the easily-spooked bard. “Hopefully highly trained, anyway.” Rokan pulled out an arrow, holding it lightly by the shaft and spinning it around to pass his time. “What do you say? Fancy taking on the rest of them on your own?” The man laughed again, his sarcasm rather obvious.

“Lance?” Rokan checked his person, only barely listening to what the man had to say. To his surprise, he found a small lance on him, recognizing it from the man he had incapacitated earlier. “Must’ve grabbed this somewhere.” Rokan gave it a light toss, handing it over to the wyvern rider. “Sure, go nuts. You handle those randwrotes or whatever.” Trade Slim Lance to Marek Taking his attention away from the rider, he looked over to the small child beside him. “Didja expect any less from me.” Rokan gave the boy a smirk as he spoke. “I ain’t some random city guard, I’m a Que

Rokan grit his teeth as the axeman struck him, his armor not able to withstand the hit. “Darn it.” Rokan grabbed another arrow as he dashed past the trees, taking position in the clear road. The archer kept a straight look at his opponent, noticing his movements seemed a bit more predictable. Rokan took a glance over to the little kid with an axe. "That'd explain it." He leaned over towards him before preparing his attack. "Nice job, kid." Move to N11 and take a shot at Mercenary dude

“He may have spoken honorably, but he was working with these vandals. To have assisted in such barbaric acts as this pillaging.” Karlos shook his head as he turned to the south. “I shall march forth. Alunda, Zentillin, follow close behind. Stay careful not to catch the attention of an enemy.” Move to L11 and hold

“You talk big, but you can’t even finish him off.” Rokan rolled his eyes as he muttered in jest to the wyvern rider. He ran into the trees, another arrow ready as he tried to hide from the view of the captain. Successful or not, he kept his aim just as before, careful in his shot. In his concentration, he whispered to assist him. “Guide my shot well, winds...” Move to M9 and incapacitate the Cap’n

Move to L10, dance Mayanna

“You think this is enough to stop us?!” Karlos points his lance straight forward, trying to catch the attention of the men to the north. “Come at me, fools! Or are you going to cry home to your mothers like the cowards you are?” “Zentillin!” Karlos raises his lance toward the green-haired man, attempting to garner his attention. “Strike him from a direct western position with your Magic.” Karlos turned back to the Sister behind him. “Alunda, strike him diagonally from my eastern side with your best spell.” “Everyone!” Karlos raised his lance skyward, his expression burs

Rokan flinched as he felt the man's sword attack him. While certainly painful, the wound was quickly able to make its way to completely healing itself. “Well, you got some nice initiative.” Rokan sent the swordsman a smirk. Noticing the boy that struck him before he had a chance, he gave a salute to the little kid that just struck the man. "Thanks for the help, but I got it from here." Rokan sidestepped away, preparing an arrow aimed for their shoulder. “If you live this, maybe count your blessings and run!" Move to N7 and aim to incapacitate Mercenary dude.

“Nice job, me...” Mentally hitting himself for his little slip, he reached for one of the arrows in his quiver. “No time to waste, then.” Holding his ammunition by the stele, he placed its arrowhead onto his forehead as he muttered faint incantations. “Anima, grant me strength...” A surge of energy begin to flow through him as he dashed past his allies, preparing an arrow for the Fighter. “Could use some help here!” Move to N6 and deliver an arrow straight to the Fighter

"Dangit, too late." Rokan let out a sigh, his expression returning to a rather dull frown. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” Rokan shrugged his shoulders as the guards spoke to them, feigning ignorance. “There was an axe on the ground, I had it, didn’t want it, threw it away. Seemed like it belonged to some nice merchant, maybe that was the one who went after it.” The man let out a yawn, a tell that would prove to anyone who knew him well enough that he was lying. Luckily, that didn't include anyone around here, hopefully. "His face looked a bit too clean for a Gladiator, I'l

Rokan caught the axe, stumbling as he realized how heavy it was. “Dang, this kid’s pretty tough if he can handle this thing.” After a bit of time getting used to the weight, Rokan looked over at the room they had just been through earlier. “Hey, kid, go fetch.” Rokan threw the axe into the room, making sure he didn’t accidentally hit anyone on the way. “Fetch soon, hopefully.” Rokan looked at the kid, shaking his head in the direction of the soldiers slowly approaching. "Unless you like being caught."

“Should give him at least a bit of time to explain...” Trying to make a quick idea, the man noticed the hand axe they had taken from the boy. “Hey, you.” Rokan nodded over to Marek, asking for his attention. “Mind if I take that axe real quick? I got a plan.”

“If you guys wanna pretend we never saw him, I’m up for it.” Rokan had no problems letting the boy continue on not having to fight for his life, but he sure wasn't entirely willing to risk his own head, either. “Leave him around, maybe an actual city guard will find him.” Rokan waved his hand around as he spoke, letting his hand off of his bow and returning his arrow to its quiver. “I don't think the Commander would look too kindly on us keeping one of the Gladiators around." "Now, if you want to help him escape..." Rokan closed his eyes, his lip quivering as he spoke against his sta

“Well, seems like the commotion's nothing major.” Seeing the commotion run off away from them, he prepared himself to strap the bow right back onto his back before hearing the voice of someone to the side, quickly lifted one of their allies. The red-haired man spoke to his allies. “No need to be so rough on him, he seems like your average pickpocket, really.” Rokan glared in the direction of the rather small boy, his bow not drawn but clearly visible with an arrow ready, silently telling that he was ready for a moving target.

“Bards on the battlefield, huh?” The man looked at Wren with a look of slight surprise. Rokan couldn’t say that Bards of all things were the first thing he’d expect out of someone to be in combat, but he was open for surprises. “Guess morale is a pretty good thing to have around here. Hope you can still take a few stray arrows without any armor, though.” “As for me, frontlines really shouldn’t be my thing, but.” Rokan slammed his fist onto his pauldron, the armor chiming a dull tone back. “Sometimes you just happen to have a few things up your sleeve. Thanks to that, I’m probably tou

“This place certainly looks better than some cheap inn.” The red-haired man left his belongings, a quiver full of arrows, a modest bow that seemed standard issue, and a heavy bag full of books to pass the time and spare clothing, by the closest door, wordlessly claiming it as his own. “Hopefully the inside doesn't prove disappointing.” Having overheard a few bits of conversation between the Commander and the man with an interesting choice in hairstyles, Rokan stepped towards the one still around, the man with the dark-green hair. “Seems like you’re not exactly unfamiliar with the p

How much weight can you handle? Apparently Archers can handle quite a bit, so here's Rokan. (EDIT: Decided to change the portrait, since I felt the original wasn't the best.) Rokan

“Blasted fiends!” Karlos rushed back north, his Iron Javelin raised high. “Luther, prepare to heal Lillie. Yullen, take her to safety while she’s still alive. Alunda, Zentillin, provide backup!” The Knight barked out commands as he readied his lance, taking aim at the nearest swordsman. "Taste justice, bandit!" Move to L10 and attack Myrmidon A with Iron Javelin