>>5775332"Damn!" Serpico notices that he's the only one present and standing at the floor, being the closest to the cannon and having his Sylph equipment already in hand, was split between helping the falling Ilonians or rush to Rickert's contraption to scare them off in a single shot of it's main cannon. He had a small moniker of time to make a run for it and hope that it was already loaded.
"I cannot fail this now! Not while Azan is still here!"
By Serpico's personal request, his first order as a lord was so that a tenth of the soldiers that passed by the astral tree stayed along in Ilos in case he needed it, and Azan decided to join when the old holy city was in the clear. The dark Mustached Knight was certainly no slouch despite his age, knocking over and puncturing through several armored warriors with his iron staff.
"This enchanted armor really does wonders for my back! I feel like I'm 40 again!" Azan smirks after taking down another opponent with a strike to the head as he blocks the main gates with the few remainders of his troops.
"Azan! Is that really you!?" The soldiers who survived the tidal wave of darkness from Albion briefly recognized their captain from his unique weapon and fighting style, despite donning a slightly different armor than before.
"Boys! has it really been half a year since those demons tried to swarm us at Albion? How time flies, I barely recognize a few of you!" Azan warmly greets his old soldiers, letting them know that their parents were worried and that they were free to return to Vritannis should they prove their worth and live through the end of the war.
Feeling motivated by their sudden urge of encouragement by their old leaders their morale was boosted along with their enchanted weapons, managing to hold the line and even push them back as Serpico watched it all from above, shimming and crouch walking his way onto the cannon floor.
"Where Is Serpico!?"
"You'd think a lord of Ilos would be down here fighting with his men!"
"Relax! You two!" Azan strikes at the stomach of one horsed knight aiming his lance at him, jumping sideways and crushing his liver with the impact. "I've dealt with far worse and so has Serpico! That kid has more fighting spirit on him that any of you ever did. so have some darn patience!"
"... There." Without using anything to enhance his eyesight, Irvine noticed a shadowy figure slowly approaching Rickert's cannon. And though his arrows were fast and precise, he was clearly out of range to effectively pierce through the walls, so it seemed he had to resort to stronger weapons.
"Sonia, move out."
"Ooh! So you are transforming! Mind if I ride?!"
"Quiet, let me focus." Irvine is quickly engulfed in green smoke as his slender body morphs, his pelvis engorging and his feet turning into paws. His trademark bow appeared to form an eye at it's midpoint, fusing into his body and growing into the form of a horned canine.
