"Navigator was...defeated?"
"No way…"
Held in the grip of the golden-furred monkey, the Argonaut dressed in sable pirate attire was limp and unconscious. Backing up from the half-man half-monkey entity, the executioners, the footsoldiers of the Argonaut division, were overwhelmed by fear.
"...Stand!"
Holding his ground and stepping at the forefront of his comrades, a young man dressed in the same all-black uniform wrapped in many straps and reinforced leather yelled out. Standing at such a high altitude on the airborne ship, the fiery young man's two-block hair was subject to the wind, his light-gray locks blowing rapidly.
"Leon?!"
From behind him, the usual confident voice of his friend now coated in fear called out his name, but he couldn't move his eyes from the enemy before him.
"Manfred! Get your sword ready--stand with me!"
