The next object Claire skewered with his lance was the magnificent Earth. Leaning on the iron stick for support, the knight attempted to catch a breather, as his stunts with the jumping and running and lancing had tired him. It's all fair and well he could dance and play all day all night, but doing it with this stupidly heavy and well-protecting armor was a tad bit rougher than even he could handle.<br/><br/>It's alright, anyway. There were no more immediate enemies, and although letting his guard down right after a small victory is a terrible thing to do, he had many allies to watch his back. Only those allies are now proceeding to rush past him before his very eyes. Sir Aurich had somehow gotten a second wind from somewh--Bloody Hell. The dancer lady just ran past him. Tin Man was about to pull his lance out of the ground in panic before a sight turned his face white with fright. Lady Laplace was riding in the front lines beyond all the melee units of the group!<br/><br/>He couldn't hear what, but Lady Laplace had squeaked out something. Probably some obscenities like she was going to double-tap his bitch ass so hard the Popo won't have bullets left for evidence. And then she had shot an arrow! And another arrow! Said arrows had killed an enemy with brutal efficiency! Cuddles' hands were now off his lance, and officially<del>clawing</del>pulling at his red visor from absolute, raw terror. So much terror that he failed to notice the bum who had crossed his path, yelling for the grace of his Lady.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Claire is frozen with fear!<br/><br/>finish him! go go!</div></div>