Hashmal/Kiernan/Lavitz/Loch
The first thought Kiernan gave to the appearance of the monsters and the shouts and screams of the civilians around him was a simple, Oh fuck, again? He had only barely finished a cold energy drink after a good, long spar with one of his colleagues, but he was soon back into the guildhall to put his armor back on and grab his spear before he was off to the source of the trouble.
It wasn't the best way to begin a battle, true, but Kiernan knew that at best, one's enemies didn't care if you were tired or well-rested. At worst, they planned for it. And it wasn't like the attacks would stop if he said pretty please.
Not that Kiernan would be inclined to stop himself, especially in a kill or be-killed situation.
As the Mages Tower (Again? entered his thoughts once more) grew nearer, despite the Mist, it was easy to see what awaited before him. Kiernan swore under his breath and grabbed his amulet, calling for Lucy, and he continued forward. His spear at the ready, he prepared himself for a Double Jump; there was no waiting for his wyvern, not with so many lives at stake. As soon as he got close enough, his feet left the ground, his spear over his head.
He only hoped he wasn't too worn out from his match to put up a fight.