Ramiel didn't lash out in front of the crowd like a fresh recruit rushing blindly into battle. Instead, he showed restraint and experience by circling carefully around the Condemned Hunters and meticulously observed their dance.
He knew there was no place for him there now. Intervention from the outside would disrupt the entire rhythm and the invisible thread of understanding between the soldiers. It was something that couldn't be thoughtlessly interrupted. Doing so would do more harm than good. That's why he was patient, slowly circling around them, studying the ravenous monster's fighting style, looking for a golden opportunity that would allow him to slip into the natural rhythm of the battle.
Ramiel didn't have to wait long. The Condemned Hunter made a mistake or rather fell victim to the malice of inanimate objects.
