"Van!, Van!, Van!"
Constantly while out on the battlefield he could hear his name being called out. More and more were starting to die and more people were asking him to do something about it, but what else could he do?
He was firing energy from the white stone as much as he could, but with the dragon moving the way it did, he couldn't do much. He was just as frustrated as everyone else around him. Then he realised something, due to the dragon knights being around him, his movement was limited.
He could only move so much to try and get a clear shot of the dragon, and with the knights fighting the beasts, they were unable to respond or move quick enough. Trying his best to at least do something, Van climbed down from his horse and started to walk about on foot.
