>>5775679"...Huh." As soon as that though process finished, Serpico soon understood what Vlad meant by deciding to name him as a Lord. Seeing the struggles they faced together as well as what they had in common, Serpico's worth came to him at once as he was made aware of his own ego.
Born to undeserved misery despite their lineages, a childhood of seeing the worst in the world, a wish to escape his reality struck down time after time by the feeling of impotence, rediscovering his latent potentials to fight, overcoming their fears, feeling stagnant and failing to step up despite their competences, a feeling of twisted belonging, provided by Farnese, and the everlasting feeling of guilt by letting their mother die. All Serpico needed was the weight of the world in Vlad's back to be shared by his, and all of it was made clear on what his mistakes were, and what he should improve on to be the man he was trusted as to command this land into one of peace and liberty.
"I am more than a mere knight... More than a pawn to serve others." Serpico whispered to the sylphs as he psyched himself to exit the cannon tower, making sure to rip a few pieces of the cloth and directing the air spirits them to operate the machine while he tried to catch Irvine's attention, exiting into an open spot as he used his sylph sword to cut and blow away at the fur spikes.
"I AM A LORD! A GUIDE TOWARDS FREEDOM! LEND ME ALL OF YOUR POWER, SYLPH SPIRITS, SO WE CAN RIDE THE WINDS OF A NEW LIFE!" Serpico shouted as he distracted Irvine, nullifying his attacks as he struck and deflected the arrows with every new shot from Irvine. With every swing of his arm, Serpico lifted the dust around him into an air current, managing to suck into the enemies into a controlled tornado, sending them flying into the air as the reborn chain knights held onto dear life.
"I'm scared, Captain Azan! I don't want to die!" A younger soldier cried for help while he held onto the closing gates."
"Oh, don't piss your pants when you're already winning, you punks! So spoiled, getting exactly what you wanted and still find the time to complain!" Azan trusted the process, yet seeing how quickly short of breath and sluggish Serpico's movements were becoming, the old man was starting to worry that his old companion was not capable of relying on his agility for long.
"What's your name again, boy?"
"M-Me?! Marcus, sir!"
"I hope you don't mind if I take your horse for a little stroll around the perimeter then, Marcus. I promise you that he'll be back in one piece." Quickly mounting the horse and directing his owner to safety, Azan made a blind rush into the typhoon, attempting to blindsight Irvine to give Serpico a better opportunity to decisively strike him down.
