As Sophos and Gaios were cutting down Templars alongside Regol, Demoko and Onyx continued their epic battle. It was something to be amazed by, and Sophos might have stopped to watch if his life weren't in danger. The three started moving forward with the caravan, Regol following alongside them. Gaios was pleased that he at least had one friend from the Templars on his side. When a young recruit started coming at Gaios, he knocked the boy to the side with a blast of earth. Sighing, he disarmed his attacker, and grabbed him by the collar. "You have two choices. Walk away or die." Gaios narrowed his eyes at his captive, hand on the handle of his blade. "Decide." 

The terror in the boy's eyes was far too real for Gaios. This was the fear of somebody whose life was about to end. "I'm giving you three more seconds, boy. Take that armor off and abandon this crusade, or die." As another arrow barely missed him, Gaios grew impatient. Letting go of the boy, he took a small step back and swung his sword, lopping his head off with one clean swipe, pushing it to the side with his earth magic. Turning to attack another group of Templars, he let out a battlecry and unleashed a barrage of earth attacks at them. 
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Sophos, meanwhile, was battling the archers that were harassing the group on the bridge. Bursts of magic launched Templars to and fro, screaming to their doom. He felt bad about killing them, but they were trying to kill him. He didn't exactly have a choice, here, since he didn't want to die. When he saw Gaios execute the Templar he was trying to make surrender, he turned his head away. It was hard to see something like that and not be a little annoyed. However, that feeling soon disappeared when the bridge rumbled as Onyx landed on it. By the Godesses...he really was huge....

"Gaios, Regol, we need to move onward! Just listen to Demoko and we'll get out of this alright!" Bursts of energy started exploding around Onyx, though Sophos doubted they'd ultimately have much effect. Gaios, meanwhile, started covering his arms and torso in a suit of armor made from the stones that made up the bridge. His steps were slowed down, but between his armor, the solid rock on his body, and his natural resilience, even Onyx wouldn't be able to kill him with only one swing. The second was a matter of debate, but if it got that far then there was no hope either way. As a final measure of preparing himself, he summoned a dozen or so disks to float around his body. Keeping his mind on this much rock wasn't an easy task, but his training had put him through much more daunting tasks. As long as this battle was decided within a relatively quick time, he'd be alright.