<div class="floatright">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/fe08/f/2013/160/1/0/knight_in_the_dark_by_beaver_skin-d68cssw.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Gregory Smith</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059435)</strong>|<strong>Fighter 1</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16 (Chain Mail)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Day 2 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside "The Hero and the Mug"<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Greg sighed as the man gave his blunt response and scurried away. He supposed he couldn't blame him. Next, Tim came to talk. He stared at the man with a look of urgency and slight annoyance at the open of his dialogue, but that expression changed when he got to the point of the matter.<strong>"Good to know."</strong>He replied with a hint of a sober smile. The fact that the wizard believed leadership was his to give admittedly irked him, but now was not the time for petty grievances, especially when he had a point.<br/><br/>He first looked to the woman who seemed the most in need of a plan of action.<strong>"Charlotte, prioritize healin' us."</strong>Sure, she could strengthen him and Jessica for their frontline assault, but healing was a hot commodity, and he was sure they'd need it more. Unfortunately, magic users could only cast so many of their good spells before needing a rest.<strong>"We'll disrupt and focus fire 'til their dead."</strong>And with that said, he approached the doors. He could have gone on talking, but there was no time to waste. Besides, detailed plans always crumbled when the fighting started.<br/><br/>Stepping through them, he was met with a chaotic and gruesome sight. Men and women were being ruthlessly torn to pieces by the beast men, but as upsetting as it was, he managed to keep his cool. Maybe it was his training that helped him with this; maybe it was his time in prison; maybe it was the fact that the victims and violators were denizens from a world he once considered fantasy. Whatever it was, he was in a stable enough state to think with relative clarity, and to smirk at Alistair's comment. Well, that probably didn't paint him as too clear headed, given the death and destruction.<br/><br/>He surveyed the area, and thought of a strategy as quickly as possible. The gnolls on the right seemed at least slightly more interested in the innocents than in them, and the left side hadn't noticed them at all, leaving them wholly dedicated to pursuing the massacre.<strong>"Go for the left side, Tim. And if somebody can sleep the right, we can take some out to start."</strong>There was the off chance that a civilian could be affected by the spell, and that it would fail to work on one or more of the gnolls, but that was a risk that needed to be taken. They couldn't risk being flanked by both groups, or letting one full group run wild murdering civilians while they dealt with the other.<br/><br/>Drawing his greatsword, he'd stand at the ready. He glanced in Jessica's direction and gave a crooked grin.<strong>"If we can, I hit 'em from the front, you hit 'em from the back?"</strong>A basic flanking maneuver, one that he hoped would be viable once their numbers were whittled down.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative (pfft, goddammit)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Greg rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: Initiative Whos on first<br/>Result: 1, <br/>Total: 1</div></div>