Equius walked amongst the others, shouldering the massive bow he'd carried since receiving it from the gods. There was a quiver literally bristling with wicked looking arrows. The troll had had ample practice in the weapon's use finally, and he was itching for the chance to use it.

Of course, it meant that he was better suited for backup, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. He kept a sketch pad beside him and a potion, just in case when they reached the front something powerful to serve as added support was needed.

But for the moment he just looked grim and dour... well more grim than usual.