Tales of white knights on horseback didn't originate in Europe for nothing. England's no superhero, nor is he a mage adept or martial arts master, but he's nothing to sneeze at in regards to military training and he can certainly hold his own against the...creatures that lay siege to the tower. He wasn't frightened -- fear of injury was something he had gotten past a long time ago. It was definitely conductive to his continuous struggle fending off the monsters.

He was juggling his fighting knife and his beloved gun like a pro, but still, he's only one person, and he can't take care of all of these by himself. Plus, he'll eventually run out of ammunition if he's not careful.

He'd really appreciate anyone that would be willing to help him, to be honest. Even though he was pretty grumpy at that moment, with all the fighting and the running out of breath and all.

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