[U] Tapion's Unit

[Burter]

PCs: Tapion

[Downy Peach]

?Change of plan, maties. It appears sir Tapion is in charge of this individual unit for the time being, so I'd like you bow down respectfully.?

The soldiers stood staring drearily at the drunk in whom had referred to himself in third person. With the flick of his wrist, the soldiers turned and began their march. The destination was merely fifteen minutes away, and if they picked up the pace, would allow them to reach land by dusk.

?So, what's the sword for??

Tapion, who held his hand over his mouth trying to conceal the extent of a yawn turned suprisingly to the soldier.

?Speak up boy! You're going to have to repeat yourself,? he teased with a smile.

They rolled their eyes at the rummy, and looked at him once again.

?I mean, you haven't actually used that sword once, yet it looks as though it's been through hell and back.?

?Yeah, well, I have a tendancy to leave this baby in her holster until I feel the need to expose her true powers. The most daunting sword clashes on Earth, she's had. I'm not surprised she's looking rough these days. Been a year since I cleaned her fully.? He didn't seem to care, today had been grinding at him both physically and mentally, but he didn't dare show signs of exhaustion infront of his crew.

?We're here. I'll set up camp, and you guys keep on the lookout. We'll be operating greater tommorow if we get some shuteye.?