Blood Red Sunrise: TPO IC (PG-13)

[Wattz]

Quent gave a nod to Drix’s suggestion, but Joshua’s orders were not welcomed in the slightest because of his demanding tone. Quent could take suggestions when necessary, and he often followed the words of his higher ups, but to have a random elf give orders to the prince? Even so, this was absolutely no time to engage the dark elf, for clearly there were bigger matters at hand. The stench of the troll was already overwhelming, but he stood his ground and made sure to keep Kaleo well within his sights. He at the very least though, he gave a nod to Drix, because his tone of voice was not so demanding.

“My lord, find cover. Don’t engage the troll. Take to the trees if you must,” he said sternly, deliberately ignoring the elf’s words.

“I can stay on the ground!” Basil spoke up. “I can climb fast, but I can be a main distraction while the others try to sneak around.” She took to her battle stance, then foolishly ran straight for the troll, hoping that the others would assume their positions as she threw herself forward.

[Car'mael]

Faran gulped, looking up at the trees. He didn't trust vegetation ever since it'd started attacking them and eating the remains of the animals earlier. Nor did he feel comfortable trying to hide up there when he wasn't the most agile and definitely not much of a fighter. Tightening his grip on his bo staff, the Bardling moved to stay with Kaleo, thinking it best he himself retreat back and stay as clear of the battle a possible.

He arched a golden brow at Agatha and sighed. "All well and good we should spare the creature, but keep in mind, we aren't exactly hunting it. In fact, we're out of places to retreat safely to and it's still coming at us with a rather obvious interest. Sparing it and avoiding a fight isn't a choice left to us this time any more than it was earlier. Not unless you want to just step up and offer for it to kill you without a fight. Even the most base of animals have the right to fight in self-defense, especially when backed into a corner, and personally I don't feel any safer running off into the ruins all by myself if everyone else is here. They have a valid point that there may be something else there, stronger and more aggressive, and so far going anywhere around here alone looks like suicide. Facing two creatures as formidable as trolls certainly looks suicidal, too. One problem--and battle, if need be--at a time. Fine and dandy if this Forest Spirit wants to prove its power to us, but personally I think the vines were plenty of proof of that already. Throwing trolls and other inhabitants at us is rather merely.... redundant and a waste of resources. And wasteful of the lives you're complaining we should be compassionate for, as though it's not supposed to be held to the same standard of compassion for it's own subservient creatures."

Shaking his head, he paused, considering putting some of those lines to song, and hummed a few phrases of notes together to go with it. Yes that was suitable. Now if only he'd recall any of it later! Faran shook himself again to break that musical train of thought. Fat lot of good it would do to compose anything only to die before it could ever be played!

"So, do you need me to hide or distract? I can distract pretty good with some singing, I think," he told the fighters wryly. "But it seems Basil's beaten me to it, though." He could heard the troll crashing closer already.

"Seriously,