Carrick Morigann

Carrick Morigann breathes heavily as he flicks some excess blood from the tip of his sword, having just defended himself from yet another solider form the opposing kingdom's attack on Floryania. He was smart, however, and he was able to intercept their troops before they reached the kingdom, bringing along a small party of his best soldiers to guard his back- only his most trusted. His eyes scan the remaining makeshift battlefield, taking account of his soldiers who were wounded- but not mortally so, he notes with silent pride. His assessing gaze sweeps the area once, twice, three times, making sure that there were no more folk from the opposing kingdom near before he allows himself to relax the slightest bit... until he hears a rustling in the brush just beside him, causing him to whirl on his heels and raise the tip of his sword to point right underneath CraveU user's chin, tilting it up to meet his harsh glare.

"Tell me why I shouldn't end you right where you stand."

He demands in a low, commanding voice, maintaining his grip on his sword and keeping the tip poised just beneath their chin, making sure he can watch every flicker of emotion across their face.