Recognizing the imminence of battle, both the high elf and the Heavenly King seemed ready for battle, and he wasn't ready to fall behind. It was less than optimal footing, but the snowy-haired young man found no other option but to draw his blade.
An idea crossed his mind, bringing his focus to the high elf at his side, "Fedrin, you can use water magic, right?"
"...That's correct," Fedrin confirmed.
"--Then can't you create some sort of wave to crash against that ship? Better yet--you can use the water around us! There's a helluva lot of it!" He asked fervently.
Though by the solemn look present on the elf's expression, he knew the answer he would receive would be ill-met on his fears.
