COURTESY CALL | CAPTURE THE FLAG / RAID

[Thomas]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Battlefields of all types were a second home to Thomas. While he presented himself as a kindly former prince whose main purpose was to do no wrong, the vast majority of him enjoyed the thrill of the fight. The lionhearted man enjoyed charging into battle, destroying enemies, and hoisting the colors of his kingdom high as a sign of victory once the dust had cleared. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was one of the few things that truly made him feel alive.

"Hm. Lightning and fire. How fitting for our bunch. May we blindside them," Thomas spoke as he pulled his sword from its scabbard. It fit easily into his hand, and he tossed it around a few times as if to get an estimate of its weight. He had opted to leaving his family's sword at home - this time. Even so, he had practiced with this one and was well versed with it.

His dark eyes scanned the scene in front of him, and he wondered if anyone would dare show up to fend them off. This so-called kingdom they were facing paled in comparison to his former realm. Thomas was almost disgusted. [color=#987A65][b]"I do hope nothing is off limits in this little raid, Cain. That would be incredibly unfortunate."
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