<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/fireemblem/images/5/5d/Marth_Kakusei_Portrait.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120706210523)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cid<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The dark streets of Florentia City<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>All Adventurers<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 1/21<br/>MP: 0/12<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>With rain-soaked clothes, the red mark in Cid's left side deepened and spread, aided by the water. He nodded in gratitude to the Paladin as the ethereal white wings extended around him. He recognized the offer of escape as it was given - he knew that he had no mana left and that he was weak from loss of blood. Still he hesitated as he surveyed the field of battle, seeing the threads of lore combine to build the scene more clearly. The Paladan he already knew as many in Florencia City did. The one and only Harold Dean had followed fate into coming to the aid of the infamous leader of the Hawks.<br/><br/>The others, Cid quickly determined a bit about each of them from their acts. The one who Cid had seen act first, a geomancer, was far too rugged and tan to be from the city. Others were joining the fray as well. After Harold, a viera came into view, a dancer from the looks of it - and innately skilled. She too was a foreigner, which was not rare in Florencia at all.<br/><br/>The cloaked figure acted next. Cid could not determine any physical characteristics just yet, but his suspicions about this one's role were confirmed as he spoke and called forth an ability that only a blue mage could master. Recieving some measure of relief, Cid stood a little straighter, even though he was still in mortal danger.<br/><br/>Cid's eyes were next drawn to the warrior as his blade flashed through the rain with precision. He'd certainly be an asset. Then his gaze came to rest on a second viera - he was something more cryptic. Through the pain, Cid had been vaguely aware of his presence before, but the man's devil may care attitude is what finally tipped him off to his role as well. A gambler. Hopefully luck would be on their side.<br/><br/>He was quickly losing the chance to flee as the chivalry spell began to fade. Steeling his resolve, Cid shook his head and simply let it disappear while he kept his place in the fray. He could not abandon these people here - not when they'd already been mistaken for Hawks. What kind of a leader would he be to run away from them?<br/><br/>With no mana, this would come to the sword for him. With left hand pressed into his left side to stem the bloodflow, he shifted his sword uncomfortably in his right hand and frowned. His balance was all wrong this way. In a deft manuver, Cid placed the blade to the ground and grasped it with his bloody left hand as his right hand crossed his body to reapply pressure to his wound. There. That was better, though initially slick, the blood on the blade's hilt would prove an asset to grip as it thickened. His footwork was clumsy, owing to his weakened state, but Cid found a mark nonetheless on one of the closer groups of guards, employing a left handed slash that struck each of the three in turn.<br/><br/>The motion left him winded, but it seemed he was still standing out of sheer determination. For Cid, the death of anyone here was not an option.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 10/21<br/>MP: 0/12<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-05-05 18:20:27, Cid (uid: 28095) rolls: 2d6 Result: 7</div></div>