Derizon continued with his own battle, hands flying up to defend himself as a blade struck down upon him. Grunting, he pushed it, using his leg to kick at his opponent's leg. Unstable, the guard was beaten by him and fell to the ground with a gaping hole in his chest. The boy glanced around, managing to spot a mess of blue hair and a yellow coloured figure near the floor. The boy and his dog, he recognised from earlier, and he felt a pang of gratefulness when he noticed they were fighting with them. His determination up, he rang past a group of guards, barely dodging their blows, but his eyes were fixed on the King. The Commander had disappeared to who-knows-where, but he didn't care.
Mezzira smiled towards Falkor as the guard went down. She stabbed her sword through his eye, before moving on to another guard. She moved swiftly, yet hardly graceful, steps faltering at times as she dealt with a few blows.
Viiul stopped the playing of her violin. She glanced up at the ceiling, as though she could see what was going on. Playing in the dungeons to the unlucky prisoners was her daily routine now. She liked to chat with them and find out about them, since she herself was much like a prisoner as well. Muttering an apology to the people, she walked up the stairs, violin in one hand, bow in another. She furrowed her brows at the commotion that took forth. Blood was the first thing she saw, then a few peculiar people who stood out from the crowd - They were the only ones not fully clad in armour. She tilted her head, assessing the trouble for a moment, before her eyes resting on a dark haired boy. She stared, dumbfounded for a moment, before slightly remembering her 'promise'. Realizing what the boy was about to do, she quickly moved, gracefully jumping in front of the unprotected king, black dress swaying about as she held up her bow, carefully aiming her weapon near her forehead in a defense style. She gave a small growl, mentally asking herself why she was helping this dumb person who was Ruler.
