Mark Macy (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12413)<br/><strong>Stable entrance</strong><br/><strong>Ready for battle</strong><br/><br/>Mark was watched as the proceedings seemed to be turning toward the peaceful, and was ready to accept the group as a neutral party. As the groups moved to take shelter he was watching the green woman with interest, as she was the one moving in his direction. The men behind her seemingly relaxed and comfortable. As the green one spoke he noted the men appeared to be unstrapping their blades, which gave rise to his suspicion. Not more then a moment after he realized that first action, there was the call of an ambush followed by the signal whistle of an arrow. Mark scowled, realizing he had been moments from being stabbed in the back.<br/><br/>As the group moved to take the offensive Mark shifted his stance, pulling his blade in preparation of the coming battle. His right hand gripped the steel of his weapon, and in his left there was suddenly a swirl of force as a seemingly ephemeral blade appeared in his grasp. [+1 Athame made from arcane pool] Mark then placed his hand to his chest, speaking quickly as a film of energy swirled before him, a mystical shield taking position before him, granting him greater protection.[shield (http://plothook.net/d20/prd/spells/shield.html#shield)] "Come, teach me your method of battle."