Riku couldn't stand to watch, and yet, he couldn't stand to look away. His love, his dearest betrothed, was out there fighting for his life. It was a sea of men; brown, gray, green, and red. More and more red. Riku watch from the wall, tear streaming down his cheeks unchecked. War was a horrible thing. He never wanted to see such a thing again.
Philip was bleeding from a cut on his head, but the Prince was alive. But for how long? The tide was not in their favor. The Galbadians were too many. They could take so many out, a lot of them out, but they couldn't win.
"They can't win," Riku whispered to his brother, and Barty. "They can't." They needed more men. They needed more soldiers. "Sora," Riku whispered. "Sora." Where was he? Was Philip taking care of him? Would he ever really see him again?
There was something... something coming. And Riku felt his heart stop. Galbadian reinforcements? They couldn't stand another wave like this! They'd all be killed!
Philip, ever watchful, saw the movement over the rise. Pausing only a moment, before swords rose, and they charged towards the fight. But, unlike Riku, he noticed the flags bearing the Balambite Lion. But it wasn't just the Lion holding the Sword in his teeth, that he army used. The surrounded by three roses. That was the royal standard. Like the Prince carried, but not like his Father's where the Lion was crowned.
"Looks like we came just in time," Hayner commented to Roxas, standing aside so that soldiers could get past them. "Shall we held your dear cousin, My Lord?"