As Griswal managed to trudge up alongside the prince, he expressed a somewhat relieving (if a tiny bit regretful) sight that the princes had still managed to make short work of the Jehannan soldiers. It would seem that their motley band's odd new allies were managing to prove their worth. Still, a feral-dressed man like that, casting magic? Certainly wasn't what met the eye, he was...

"Howdy, Grizzly Bear," Alvin quipped to the Grado Knight once he took note of him, "About time you caught up." Truly, if there was anything the prince of Grado was known for, it wasn't his ultimately princely attitude; more accurately, it was his lack thereof. Griswal returned the comments with an aggravated snort - yes, the armor was bulky and heavy, but it did exactly what it needed to, provided he could at all manage to stay ahead of the prince.

"Where's Aldo and Kalte? I thought they were right behind us?" The young wyvern rider mused aloud.

Griswal twisted around to shoot a glance behind him, attempting to confirm the assumption. "They [i]are[/i]," the knight said, to be quickly overwritten by the prince's announcement of his further plans. Hearing the idea to alert them, Griswal turned to call back to the pair, "Aldo, Kalte, everyone! We're going to make a break for it before Sion gets any closer!"

When the Grado Knight turned back around to face Prince Alvin and the rest of the group, he managed to overhear the remainder of Alvin's current battle strategy. Without even making mention of Griswal's use, Alvin broke out of the huddle and charged forth with a cry of his Wyvern Rider's creed. Gritting his teeth again, the armored man bucked up and thundered after Alvin, yelling out, "Wait for me, you clod! I [i]know[/i] you're doing that just to spite me-!" The young prince's zealous and excessively intricate technique would only carry him so far...

He was heartily interrupted in his attempt to catch up by the sudden sight of an arrow barely scraping off Alvin's armor to strike one of the soldiers. Griswal halted just long enough to fire off a threatening glance at the offending archer - that punk kid from before, who apparently knew the wild man - before he resumed charging after the reckless prince.