— M A X E N C E —
'Brother'
The word called to him with little urgency - in fact the opposite, though, as if Maxence had been longing to hear it, he turned his nose quickly to meet it. The gaze was not one he immediately recognised (much to his despair), and certainly not one of a so-called brother. Regardless, his perpetual frown was raised ever-so-slightly at the sight of humble Eik.
"Eik," the commander began "I am glad to see someone off their ass" he grumbled, soon to turn back to face an almighty boulder that would need shifting. "Even Solis can't be fucked today" he then chortled, eyes raising to the dreary grey skies above. Maxence dare not complain though - For a physical task like the one set before them he'd rather toil in rain than relentless sun.
Footsteps drew his attention to the slender, womanly form of the Emissary who looked quite ready for work - almost more than he was despite her healing teryr wounds, and still she proceeded to begin work before either other warrior had. Eik was quick to take to a boulder and call him 'sir', while Seraphina waited for no man. Proceeding to step beside Eik, Maxence shoved his shoulder into a lower point and began to heave his weight forward, praying that Solis would not let him make a fool of himself on today of all days. Even Seraphina seemed to manage by herself.
When the first rock was rolled to the outer edge of the arena, Maxence turned to face a striking amount of others who would all need the same monolithic effort to move. With the heaviest of sighs, a debate raging within his mind (on whether he really wanted to do this) he pressed on, shoulder ramming into the closest obstacle in order to roll it off the new sparring menage.
WARRIORS, YOUTHS and REGIME still plenty of time to hop in :D
@Leviathan @
