Drake/Guy/Azalea/Conan
Conan knew the battle was lost. Lost again before even beginning, neither his wit nor brain given a chance. He breathed in deeply to make himself seem unfazed, less like the shaky boy he was and more like someone mature who could handle the rejection.
"I'm not dumb enough to 'protect Lea'"—bullshit—"shtick," the young squire insisted, "but since you—you promise, Drake." He nodded reluctantly and fell in step with Azalea, stance ready to cover her as she casted Seal Evil.
As the zombies began to still, Conan took the opportunity to begin escorting Azalea away from the battle.