With his injured arm, Silverfish ought to have been amongst those who fought more conservatively. He should have been positioned right in the back of their infantry force, to lessen his combat time. It was the man himself who'd objected to that, and given how capable a soldier he was, Vol didn't force the issue. Now, seeing that very same man behind him, Vol was more than glad that he'd kept him along.
"Come on, come on," Vol muttered, even as he swung his axe, furiously fighting to reclear that third rank so that he could punch through. The summoning was taking longer than he figured it would.
"A sacrifice for a sacrifice," Pandora said lazily. "You have far from mastered this new way of casting. Just as you now have the chance to make it quicker, if you bungle it, and don't understand it, it shall be slower. I would have thought that makes sense, boy."
