The members of the Brazen Guard collective followed their guild leader, Bannok. Frothing at the mouth, the Gold-Rank Weaponmaster led a screaming, barbaric charge into 'glorious' combat.
Sergeant Salt called for his Gunners to fire at will. That was fine.
Tycondrius had other plans.
"Avoid firing at the wizard, Sergeant."
Salt aimed down the barrel of his rifle, and with a loud bang, melted a hole through the chest of an axe-wielding ghost, "Aye aye, Sir!!"
"Letalis forward team," Tycon raised his offhand, signaling to his allies, "--with me."
Lightly jogging forward, he was followed by Korr, Lone, Athena, and Tanamar. Tycon shot a not-so-subtle glare at Zenon and the Centurion followed, as well.
Lone ran alongside him, wolf-hammer and sword in hand, "The usual, Boss?"
"Indeed," Tycon flourished his long, curved sword, pointing it directly at the cobra-helmed undead, "Geek the mage, if you would."
