| xanwell |
Taking a potion, he looks to the others. "I'll probably need this, but I can't promise I'll be in the right state of mind to remember to use it. Once the blood starts flowing in my veins, I tend to make sure it flows from the enemies as well."
He'll secure himself atop a horse and stretch his broad muscles out.
"I'm not much for stealth, so likely I'll stick with the group but remain hidden to the best of my ability. Once the attack begins, I'll focus on taking the brunt of the arrow shots from guards, someone should take any watchtowers or elevated shots. My goal is to find that b#!#$ with the axes, and take her out my self. I'm sure my dwarven friend here can help me with that." He looks over to Orin,
"You're quite skilled with both sword and bow, so perhaps it'd be best if you took out as many of their ranged fighters as possible since I'm not much when it comes to range." He knew that Orin would be able to handle himself, in fact he was certain they all could keep an eye on each other.
"The only remaining question is whether or not we take them alive, or kill them."