<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)<br/>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>The men advance on the Falkovnian soldiers; the scene will be over by tomorrow morning ~12:00 PM Pacific.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, The Skirmish [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, Frederick Martin and possibly William Bond]<br/><br/>Marcus and his men approached the tall grasses, drawing their weapons. The Duponts wielded hard-edged, longswords, but Frederick drew a rapier...the weapon of a gentleman. Bows were tossed to the side by the Falkovnian soldiers, and they drew swords as well. There were yells and screams as the men clashed, but the battle seemed decisive. There were more men on the Dementlieu side, and Marcus made the advantage even more severe when he unloaded a musket at point-blank range against the bare chest of his opponent.<br/><br/>Although the men were drastically outnumbered, they did not flee. Across the river, there were easily a dozen more Falkovnian soldiers...and yet they did not come across the Musarde to help. The battle seemed very nearly won.