Damian received the flying spell from Vidalia as they stepped into the wormhole and faced the two third-rankers. He sensed several second-rankers approaching from below, but since none of them could fly, it was meaningless unless they somehow brought the fight to the ground.
To their surprise, the third-ranker duo didn't hesitate for a second. Moondancer stayed in front of them, surrounded by her flying javelins, her dark, faceless hood obscuring her featureless face. Threadripper, smirking at Vidalia, flew his mount toward the nearest defense mechanism pillar.
'He wants to break out by destroying the mechanism... But why did they attack in the first place? Why waste their one chance to use the waygate for this weird attack?'
Damian wondered as he watched the retreating figure of the silk-clad nobleman dressed even in even more ridiculous outfit than Tristan himself. Had this guy really come to fight?
