Dean/Enj/Open
Enjolras has become a good friend to Dean. He was kind, polite, and at points funny, and his thirst for helping people had more than earned Dean's respect. So, it was be no surprise that Dean would be here for this battle. Though Dean did enjoy the peaceful life on the Station, Dean loved battle even more. He entered the door, making his way to the street where the forces had already lined up. This time was different, as he was not in the human form, no, he was a full blown less-blue(tm) Dragonborn. His heavy footsteps could be hear coming from behind the crowd of Enj's forces, they all turned to look at the monster walking up to them. Though shocked at first to actually see him like this, they knew he was an ally, as Enj told them about him. Dean was grateful for that.
His wings were tucked into his back as to not take up too much space as he began walking through the now parting crowd. Dean would smile at them, though, trying to show he was harmless to them. As he stood almost two feet over most of the forces, the army on the other side could see him coming. This alone would be an intimidating factor. As he reached the front just after the commanding office spoke, another factor would be known as he was holding a massive warhammer that probably weighed more than most on this street. On his back were several javelins, just in case. He was dressed in a somewhat nordic fashion, taking pieces from the clothing made for him and adding it to his clothing. Dean smiled down to Enj.
"Allow Dean to be in front." This wasn't a request. These tiny men and their tiny guns meant nothing compared to the monsters Dean had fought before. He took a step past Enjolras and looking at the other army as a fire lit up in his eyes. "Leave these people alone, and Dean will not hurt you!" His booming voice caused most of the army's men to wince. They were afraid, Dean could tell, he knew the looks. But, sadly, their pride overwhelmed their fear, or maybe it was a mixture of the two? Everyone in the front rose their rifles to him. Dean noticed this, crouched a little, and expanded his wings just as they fired upon him, using them to protect the ones behind him.
For all their weapons, all their bullets. All they would get in return in a snarl and a loud roar in return as Dean began to walk forward, gripping his hammer tightly.