Mitsuki watched the boy move, knew what was coming from it. He had potential. He had a lot of potential. He was still green, though. He was a one trick pony, trying the same move repeatedly from different angles. He wouldn't be able to last on his own. Despite his misgivings, he knew what he needed to do as he watched the dragon child fight.

The swordsman launched himself forward as he watched the boy twist, seeing the tail grow just as he had expected. He pivoted in place, slamming the hilt of his sword into the Captain's face as the same moment that Ryu brought his tail down on the back. The combination of both of their strengths crushing his skull between them was enough to end it. The sickening crack of the man's nose was heard as he slumped forward, crashing to the ground as Mitsuki stepped to the side. The Captain's body crashed with a resounding sound as he laid on the ground, his arm bleeding profusely. The villagers were gone at this point. The fight had scattered them. Even if the Marines had cleared out. If the Captain and the Commanders couldn't handle these two, there was no way the foot soldiers would be able to.

Mitsuki flicked his sword lazily, blood splattering across the ground. The sword found its way back into his sheathe as the man let out a small sigh. "Kid, we should leave. Reinforcements will be coming for you soon. There might be someone more competent among them."