<div class="floatright">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/fe08/f/2013/160/1/0/knight_in_the_dark_by_beaver_skin-d68cssw.jpg)</div><strong>Gregory Smith (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059435)</strong>|<strong>Fighter 1</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<br/><strong>AC:</strong>9 (Smallclothes)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Farmhouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>'Taylor Swift'<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Well this was getting irritating. It reminded him of his days in high school, when class clowns would chatter and shout while a teacher tried to give important information. Except these folks were more into openly molesting each other, and this info was more important than any mathematical process or scientific theory. This was their lives. They were soldiers now, conscripted and thrown naked into the fray. Still, better than what he had in their homeland, but shouldn't they have been more wary and freaked out by all this? He found himself appreciating the 'nerds' of this class, who actually seemed to give enough of a shit to learn a valuable lesson.<br/><br/>He noticed that Charlotte had strangely gone to aid the unharmed Timothy first, but put it out of his mind when she finally came to him.<strong>"Thanks."</strong>He said with a genial smile and a nod.<br/><br/>Soon enough, it was about time to go, and Taylor Swift led the charge-- man, was he was getting tired of calling her that. In honesty, he'd been planning to do the same as her, except without the rousing speech. There would have been cursing, though. He followed after the woman, and then the child as he caught up and took the lead.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey,"</strong>he said to Taylor in a low voice as he walked next to her.<strong>"This can be just between us, but, what's your real name? Taylor Swift thing's gettin' a bit old, right?"</strong>