Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-108.193.29.120-20150326212553/@comment-108.218.65.54-20150327211626

~fifty miles before the Mask-Kingdom's border with the uncertain territories~


 * The day had stretched on for hours, and by this time it is a late hour- the sun has almost completely set. The convoy comes to a halt near a small clearing, and left the road. The trucks and car formed a small circle and came to a halt. Lucia and the three bodyguards get out of the car, with the former moving to the center while the latter three take positions around her- tireless sentries. The dozen soldiers empty out of the trucks, while the drivers of the three vehicles also  grab their own pistols.

Boris stands firm with his rifle unslung and loaded- and another pistol in a holster belted around his waist. A renowed marksman, many a threat to the royals have recieved one of his bullets through their clearly-empty skulls.

Hugo also stands watch, with his hand resting on the hilt of his saber. The body guard is almost infamous in the empire for keeping a level head whether he's facing one opponent or a hundred- and his skills with a blade certainly warrant such confidence.

Unlike the other two, Bryce sees fit to have a seat on the ground with a shotgun resting in his lap. Although all steel men come with the mechanical strength advantage, Bryce himself executes his fighting techniques and maneuvers with a degree of skill most others would lack. This range of skills itself ranges from basic martial arts to simple and effective boxing. Not exactly a guy who you'd want to recieve a fist from.

A few of the soldiers set up a moderately-sized tent, in which Lucia comes to rest. The soldiers then make a small perimeter, keeping a tireless watch until morning comes and it is time to begin moving again.