<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)<br/>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><strong>OOC:</strong>Sebastian gets hit by an arrow; it strikes his off shoulder (i.e. whichever side is not dominant). A flurry of arrows falls from the sky, lodging themselves in the ground, anyone who feels the need to be hit by an arrow, and in the sides of the carriages. Lily escapes with her prize, and they make it around the front of the carriages.<br/><br/>Sebastian's player is at work now, so he will scramble back to the carriages over the course of tonight and into the morning; don't get too involved with his character unless you're willing to wait for him to respond tomorrow sometime. :P<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Marcus watched the scene unfold before him, not breathing. If anything happened to that fool of a girl... Lilian's father loved Marcus like a brother, but he had no doubt that the order would come quick and easily. He was quite relieved as the horse came running back towards the carriages, both girls now safe...at least for the moment.<br/><br/>Then Sebastian went down, an arrow buried somewhere in his backside. "Brave lad," he murmured, his face scrunching up. "Move forward men. Lay down musket fire as we approach." Arrows whirled through the air as he spoke, some embedding themselves into the thin wooden paneling of the carriages; designed more for looks than practicality, the women were still in danger of an ill-fated arrow.<br/><br/>"Charge them, men. Let's run these filthy scum through. This is not the first time Falkovnian blood has fertilized Dementlieu soil." Several of the men moved forward with him. Frederick Martin, and Marcus's son, Richard, strode forward, firing flashing shots to keep the Falkovnian soldiers down beneath their tall grasses. The soldiers were just launching their volleys of arrows blindly now; at any moment, an arrow could get lucky and strike someone, but for the most part they fell in randomness.<br/><br/>Louis Blanc stayed at the carriages, paralyzed with fear as the arrows struck all around him. As the rest of the men charged forward, he slipped around the back of one of the carriages, and ducked low for cover. Hopefully no one would realize what a coward he truly was.