<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2608/viktormartinside.jpg)</div>Viktor, Carriage #3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Justine Sade]<br/><br/>The carriage came to a halt, nearly throwing Viktor from his seat.<em>What?!</em>He was instantly angered, but managed to keep it from showing to his present company.<br/><br/>In turn, he slowly opened the door, carefully peaking his head out, searching for the source of this rude intrusion. He had a strong sense of self-preservation, and if he were in danger, he wanted to know about it. He scanned for the source of the excitement, and saw the armed men coming this way from the other side of the river. Viktor's eyebrows furrowed and he ducked back inside.  He glanced at the faces of the women he had been riding with, thinking, and came up with the perfect excuse to not dash out and enter the battle. "There's nothing to be alarmed about, Ladies, but we must wait here. I will... stay with you... to protect you... with my very life if needed." The truth was he'd sacrifice everyone in here if it would save his own skin.<br/><br/>Viktor grabbed his crossbow, casually slipping a small book from his pack in the process. He loaded the bow, kneeling down in front of the door, the others to his back and appeared to be listening intently to the goings on outside, bow aimed at the door. The bow was merely for show, but the book was another matter. He glanced over at it lying open in front of him, mumbling something under his breath. (Here he attempts to cast a spell to seal the door.)