>>5838898“The Hellwings will likely attack us in waves, each lead by a squadron commander. Though it seems obvious, we need to take out more of them than they do us. We’ll be outnumbered, but I believe that the individual skill of some your captains should be what pushes us over the edge.” She nods towards Ingrid.
Indeed, having a Hero’s Relic on your side was certainly a boon. “As for the Aces, I don’t think they’ll jump in until they see an opportunity they can seize.” Mary continues. “We’ll need to survive those waves of Wyverns, while being careful not to overexert ourselves before dealing with the Aces.”
“Don’t throw out all your magic at once, Blair.” Ingrid warns. “We’ll likely have need of some of your more powerful spells before the day is done.”
Before you can ask Mary any further questions, you hear a horn blaring loudly up ahead. You already know what that means. Professor Byleth and the Knights of Seiros are moving forward into Enbarr. There was no more time to sit around discussing strategy. You had to tale the skies now.
“Goddess be with us all, Blair.” Mary prays.
Both the Blackwings and the Knights of Seiros take to the skies. You can see the battle beginning below, as Byleth and her men pour through the gates of Enbarr. The Imperials have set up fortifications within the city. Arrows and spells fire from within houses and buildings onto the invading troops. Though they connect with the Knights, they are unable to slow down the tide of men. You watch as what looks like a tavern of sorts is blown to pieces by an onslaught of magic from a Church Mage. The imperial soldiers that had been hiding inside the dwelling are all but vaporized.
“Does the Empress plan to hide behind her own people for this battle?” Ava asks disgusted. “What a wretched woman.”
>“Up ahead! Look!”A swarm of Wyverns have ascended into the sky. The sheer number of them engulfs the other side of the city, and you estimate that there are at least 150 Hellwings facing off against you. The unit’s insignia flies proudly in the sky, held by a ginormous wyvern clad in red armor. Even from this distance, you recognize who that man is. Bradley, an Ace.
“Men and women of the Adrestian Hellwings Special Unit!” Bradley roars, his voice magically amplified to reach your ears. “The traitor, Blair d’Rusalka and her band of cutthroats lie directly in front of us. They supplement their forces with weaklings from the Knights of Seiros, eager to make up the losses we inflicted upon them back at Gronder!” He pauses as every wyvern alongside him cheers, jostling their weapons and pointing them to the sky. “Through trickery and deceit, they slew our Commander. Today, we shall make him proud! First unit, charge! Whoever brings me the head of that traitor shall be made our next Ace!”
