Hashmal/Kiernan/Lavitz/Loch | COMPLETE
The ground shook, and Loch felt her balance slip (like a sailor recently returned from sea, swaying from side to side like a drunkard with every step, the earth a roiling deck underneath her feet). She managed to continue standing—years of running on rooftops and other unstable surfaces put to good use—and readied another volley of crossbow bolts.
That was when she saw one of the fighters fall, taking a blow for the other—to the end, heroic to the point of idiocy—and heard one of the wyverns roar overhead, perhaps aware of the defeat of its bondmate. But there was no time to care about the hurt feelings of a beast when a bigger beast was still trying to turn her to mincemeat, and her odds were looking worse and worse.
The fighter would stay and rage against the beast until he fell like his comrade, brave and heroic, as all fighters were supposed to. Loch, however, was no fighter, and she knew when to walk away from a fight.
"Well, jolly good luck to you," she said to the remaining Dragoon. Sparing him a last glance she cloaked herself under Vanish and fled, in search of a hiding spot to wait out the massacre.