<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Tamba_Amica_Vedaa.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tamba Amica (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BuTOJY_uJ6JM3Cvj_4VQL7PyH0X1k2tRYmLh5ChP9D0/edit)</strong></span><br/><br/>Tamba's eyes watch the hall, he would guard them. The flurry of movement, the brush of Afia's soft skin as she ducked past, and the yowls of the idiot within as he charges, startle the marabout. "By Olukun, may he have you." The arm is raised just in time, though the edge of the shield twists upon the shelves. Tamba turns to square up against the madman blocking fully the man's escape and protecting Afia as she seemed to need. A gold belt, was this the fool... "Pfah, you have no where to go, for Olukun may suffer fools, but has no pace for idiots like you." With that Tamba raises Fegu's Runku, only to have it clatter among the shelves and sweep a dozen books to the floor. Tight quarters spoile the swing, and Tamba had to recover as he guaged his next assault.