Mag/Aspel/Ari/Lavitz VS Dreadguard
Aspel seemed to have retained one thing at least from their recent blow-up -- though the trouble was outside the gates, Ari had received a message telling her where the other woman would be. Sadly, she’d been in the midst of the balcony scene at the time; it had taken her nearly ten minutes to weasel her way out of the theatre and to the gate. By the time she got there, naturally Aspel was gone.
There had been quite a few people milling about, streaming out past the wall; among them, she’d caught one familiar face and, raising her hand in a wave (perhaps futile considering she was shorter than nearly everyone here) and used her rather impressive lungs to shout over the noise: “Lav! over here!”
The sound of her voice caught Lavitz’s attention almost immediately. He made for Ari as swiftly as he could, slipping through the others more easily due to his height, reaching for her and her upper back with a hand once he was close enough. “You’re going?” He didn’t need to specify where.
“Yes,” she said, nodding her head. “And I’m late.” And, come to think of it, that gave her an idea…
She’d only ridden Lucy, but surely she could manage not to get herself eaten; making her expression as earnest as possible, she said, “I could really use a lift, if you’re willing…”
He could only exhale a soft, understanding laugh, just as a shadow passed far overhead, black against the sky. “I think I beat you to that thought,” he confessed, urging her toward where that shadow would soon land to reveal smooth wings and red scales.
If they couldn’t get there quick enough on foot, they would have to fly.
Which was how they wound up circling the battlefield, Ari pressed against his chest with his arms holding her steady. They were high enough to see that the line of monsters was not as insignificant as they had been led to believe (as always, Ari thought crossly), and too high for sound, but… “There!” she called out over the wind; she’d recognize that armor anywhere. And the sledgehammer, she saw as they came closer. Hopefully, they’d managed to arrive before Aspel could really get going with breaking herself…
Amarant circled down like a bird of prey, not thirty feet away from the two already present and caught in the middle of a fight. Lavitz was quick to aid his smaller passenger down, swinging a leg off and patting the dragon to assure him he was good to leave.
“Let’s go,” he breathed, withdrawing the halberd from his back. Closer now, he could recognize Aspel in her armor, and the red of Mag’s hair, both of which had him and Ari closing in to stand with them.
He swung his weapon around once upon reaching Mag’s side. “Both of you alright?”