The mercenary grinned. As expected, these ones were different fom the others.
Perhaps it was the excitement of finally having a worthy opponent after so many flukes before squad Quinque, but Muroo couldn't help but grin like a maniac, even as his forces were being obliterated.
If they were breaking hard on his forces, then he wouldn't linger any longer as the king on top of the hill. It was nice looking down on everyone in his rocky throne, but he was now aching for some action himself.
The man approached the edge of the rocky hill he was in, spotting Alexandria and her wyvern.
"Let's start with misus 'I am better than you'." He whispered to himself, and then took a deep breath.
He nodded, turned on his heel and put some distance between the ledge and himself. If anyone saw him at the time, when he squatted down for a crouching start with extra power in his legs, one could see that there was certainly some training drilled into the man's body. Military, perhaps.
His accent might have also reminded Tybalt a bit of his homeland, Alistaf.
After that, the man dashed forward, lifting a cloud of dust behind him. His steps were powerful as he gained even more speed with each stride, finally achieving the speed he was looking for before he jumped off the cliff on Alexandra's direction.
A crazy tactic, perhaps crazy was common place between mercenaries, but one he was certain would pay off. He needed to be rid of their aerial support, and perhaps take the wyvern for himself. Ride it to finish off the manakete.
"I'm sorry, lady, but this wyvern is being hijacked!" He shouted as he was crash-landed on the wyvern.
He aimed to dropkick Alexandria out of the way and towards the floor, but if that failed, then he would jam his sword into the wyvern's tough skin. His objective was to take out the aerial support of squad quinque, not use the wyvern, after all. That was a bonus he could or could not get.
Alexandria would find it quite hard to shake off the man from her wyvern, or at all. He was steadfast, not to mention absurdly strong. He held to the wyvern's neck as if it were his own life hanging from the thing's neck, because it was of course.
Probably a tome would've helped her in this ordeal, but with Tybalt hurt and in need of being healed, he was sure he didn't need to worry about it in a while at least. And firing a tome towards them right not could also hurt Alexandra. Best strategy ever.
"Better brace yourself, cause this ain't gonna be pretty for either of us." He smiled at Alexandria, again, with the smile of a battle-frenzied maniac.
Joan, in the meanwhile, watched everything from below. As it should be expected, that was the best she could, at least for now.
She bit her own lip, cursing her powerlessness, and then Tybalt called for her.
"A-Ah, yes! Right away!" She used the reins to make her horse hurry onward and when she was near enough Tybalt, she jumped off the horse.
She hurriedly approached Tybalt and lifted his shirt to take a better look at the man's wound. There was some damage to his ribs, but no broken bones, as far as Joan could tell.
"All right... Merin, please don't let the bandits reach us! I'll have you fixed in a jiffy." She nodded, while trying to ignore the bloodied corpse centimeters away from them.
She put her staff near Tybalt and chanted,
"Healing light... recover!" The moon-shaped end of the staff glowed as it quickly healed the man's wound.
About half a minute later, the wound was healed. It was good to bring that staff into the battlefield, after all. It healed people almost to perfection, and it was fast about it too.
"That should be done. Can you stand, sire Tybalt?" The woman clad in pink nodded and then stood up, before offering Tybalt a single hand to support himself up.
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