"Help has arrived! Duck!"
Truen barely had time to register the words but his body moved automatically when he sensed a flashing light from behind. The archer was glad that he dodged that in time because Zero didn't understand the meaning of moderation.
In five seconds, all twelve golems that Truen had trouble stalling were decommissioned. The metal ones that his arrows were useless against were sizzling and the stone ones that kept regenerating were now ordinary piles of rocks.
"What did you do?" he asked and Zero grinned. The angel wings and halo set looked slightly odd on his current vessel but Zero didn't mind it too much. Practicality over aesthetics, they gave him flight ability although he would very much prefer mounting Bob for a good first appearance. Riding a dragon would never fail to impress people according to the novels Zero secretly stayed up to read at night.
