The battlefield was beginning to sway, and Ashton already knew that there would be no turning back if he were to ally with these rebels. He looked to the woman, then gave a nod as he silently beckoned Amethyst onward. His former comrades in arms could see Ashton ride toward them, moving to support their side – And looking as if he were close to attacking the knight that seemed otherwise impregnable. Or would be swooping aside to get at the more vulnerable opponents.<br/><br/>That illusion was cast down as he dove down and struck at the wounded myrmidon. Amethyst roared lightly as Ashton spoke in a fiery, angered voice. “YOU ARE NOT SOLDIERS OF GALATIA! I DENY YOU!” He all but bellowed out, looking to cut down his former allies. His spear struck home, and Ashton continued to speak. “If any of you have any honor, lay down your weapons and surrender, lest I strike you all down!” He did not yell again, but his voice was tempered, and the die had been cast.<br/><br/>And it seemed the rebels had a new ally, a brown haired Wyvern Rider, wearing the uniform and insignia of the Galatian army wyvern riders.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm moving to J9, and attacking the Myrmidon at K9. <br/>At 2011-11-24 22:36:15, Changingsaint (uid: 9269) rolls: 1d100 Result: 85 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=33213)<br/>I hit with weapon advantage, and deal 11 damage after subtracting his defense.<br/></div></div>