Begone Foul Bandits [Guild Mission/ Closed]

"O-of course!" Lancelot kept pace with the longer-legged individual, his own having to do extra work in order to do so but they were accustomed to it. Despite his agreement, however, Lancelot couldn't really think of a time when he had beat up several bandits — he was still new to guild life, and Tiger's Eye had been quite uneventful for the younger members of the town, whom were sheltered away from danger. Nonetheless, he would play the part of being experienced! He was a magician, at the very least, and he quite talented in that regard; Merlin had even said he had more fire power than most others his age!

With that in mind, Lancelot strode forward easily, his armored chest puffed out and ready while a small dragon followed along, nipping at his swaying ebony tail.

Today was going to be a perfect day to practice his magic even more! And for that, he was undoubtedly excited! It was just another step along the way to his path of becoming one of Earthland's greatest heroes!

Honey Hamilton
notes.
(Post 1 / WC: 177 / Total 177)

"Yeah? I guess we do look like easy prey, too, nobody would expect a girl and a exceed to put up much of a fight, huh?" His slit crimson pools narrowed slightly, serious in his note of that. It was a fine detail to remember for future scenarios — being a Hero meant you needed to be clever too, and to know how to be bait would, no doubt, come up along the way someday as some necessary knowledge.

Shortly after he spoke, Honey's assumptions were proven correct. The treeline on each side of them were abruptly alit with activity, as several rough men popped out, revealing themselves, all with some melee- related weaponry bound in their fists. "Huehuehue! Looka 'dis laddies! A cutie lassy ta take back ta camp and her cute pets ta feast upon!"

The small dragon behind Lancelot ran into him with their sudden stopping, before it glanced around the scene, counting the enemies, while Lance's gaze stared at the one who had spoke. Nonetheless, Lance knew exactly how many enemies there were by the end of the dragon's wordless counting -- the two of them were connected through every sense, after all. What the dragon saw, he saw, what it heard, he heard.

"Behind you." He whispered, as one of the twelve men had began silently spinning a lasso from their flank, his eyes greedily upon the woman -- his target.

Meanwhile, the orange and black exceed in daring ebony armor materialized a glowing lance in his hand, his posture transitioning from relaxed to a combat-readied stance.

Honey Hamilton
notes.
(Post 2 / WC: 260 / Total 437)