When the horde comes into sight...there's a moment of terrible awe that takes hold of Wing. This is something the like of which the knight has never seen. It's like standing before a raging bonfire, the heat of battle pressing hot to their faces, and then that flash of fear is burned away. Courage summons to him as it always has, and the valiant way Drift leaps into battle only bolsters that.
A prayer on his lips Wing follows not far behind, intent on watching the swordmech's back and making certain he's not overrun by smaller centipedes. His face set and determined, the vibrant blue of his plasma blades bright in the twilight. He'll carve out some breathing room here, using his speed and agility to keep the enemy disorganized. Not that there's much organization anyway.
Bright azure flashes as his blades whirl and strike home time and again. He's constantly moving, never still, taking to the air briefly when it proves advantageous. If there's a break in the oncoming threats, or more people show up to help him draw the line and hold it, he'll move to strike at an opening Drift makes on the larger creature.
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A prayer on his lips Wing follows not far behind, intent on watching the swordmech's back and making certain he's not overrun by smaller centipedes. His face set and determined, the vibrant blue of his plasma blades bright in the twilight. He'll carve out some breathing room here, using his speed and agility to keep the enemy disorganized. Not that there's much organization anyway.
Bright azure flashes as his blades whirl and strike home time and again. He's constantly moving, never still, taking to the air briefly when it proves advantageous. If there's a break in the oncoming threats, or more people show up to help him draw the line and hold it, he'll move to strike at an opening Drift makes on the larger creature.