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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 3371663" data-attributes="member: 8858">Ventus stands firmly, shoulder to shoulder with the Dorinthians as the orcs press their attack.  He tries to assemble the men it to some semblance of a shield wall, wishing that he had a good old Imperial Legion at his back like he used to.  He shakes off his idle wishes as unimportant.  He is no longer a legionaire, all he has is himself and the men beside him to hold off this attack.  He braces for the first impact of the orcs."STAND FIRM!"And then the orcs are upon them.  His sword darts out from behind his shield as he strikes wherever he finds the opportunity.  He does his best to aid those beside him, pushing himself harder than he dare ask of the townfolk.  When the line begins to falter under the orc attack he calls for one of the reserve to take his place in line."Cal was wrong.  I have no intention of dying today!"Gathering around half of the remaining reserve force he moves to reinforce the line where it has been pushed back, hoping the renewed assault of the fresh troops and his own aid will be enough to get the line back into shape.</blockquote>