There was much to judge, and, as he was fortunately admitted in the small group, he was checking the people he had ended up with, from @sable
sarcasm to the more friendly @jaune
. Both he acknowledged with a nod, making to mutter some sort of greeting to the Archer before light was made."This should make things a little more comfortable, thank you."
He said towards @roro
, turning to face the entrance of the new person, a... DPS? @bloodbriar
Taking point? That was one of the worst ideas he had heard in the last days, and there was a guy that brought up the idea of letting people wear him as a protection!
But before he could state something about how suicidal and careless it was an option, a shiver came through his armor, the helmet turning to meet the sight of the shadows. They were there, thoughts flooded his mind, like an unstoppable wave that subdued everything else.Can you see it? The danger, the menace - this is supposed to be a game, but who can know what happens when you die? What if it's the end? Standing by isn't an option anymore.
Honestly, he had planned to stay in the back and let a more experienced tank take the lead, but... well, no one seemed to be around to do that. Instead, his hand raised in the air, sending a specific system message to everyone in the room, especially the supports.USER @agilulf HAS INVITED YOU TO A PARTY
DO YOU ACCEPT? YES/NO"Enough with the discussion! Everyone, take your positions, I'll need support!"
His otherworldly voice stated, the reverberating sound covering the hall as, unlike previously, he raised his tone higher. After that, there was no more hesitation, he felt the words of @merlin
empowering his metal, the spirits inside him whispering in joy as they were exalted, blue flames pouring for a moment through the gaps in his armor.
But he didn't notice that particular detail, the Nonexistant Knight was already in motion, sword drawn - the blade hadn't really seen many battles, but somehow there were many instincts and moves ingrained in Agilulf's mind, racking the brain of a journalist into something that could imitate a warrior.
He slammed his shoulder against the centermost Draugr, hearing the clank of the metal as he made a small backstep, waving his sword in a circle right in front of the monsters tauntingly, a hand going to his mantle, ready to use it to reduce incoming damage. His skill requirements weren't met, so he would've to draw some aggro the old fashioned way.