Delwyn couldn't bring himself to look at the carnage, huddling with his hands clasped over his head to avoid the sounds of battle. He was made sick by his own cowardice. He hid like a child, convinced he'd be of no use, scared for his own safety while his companions charged forward. He thought that by becoming an undead, the fear of death and pain would slowly slip away. However the thought of hollowing with each death only served to strengthen his own cowardice ways. He took solace in the fact that the young man, Lucas, was also hiding with him. Or he did, until Lucas also stood and joined the fray. Rather than admire the boy's courage, Delwyn could only think about how mortified he was that this child had the strength to stand and fight where he didn't. Surely they must all have taken note of his pathetic actions. Delwyn was certain that they would want nothing more to do with the useless sorcerer. He had almost accepted that fate, ready to just continue sitting patiently until it was all over, when the image of his loved ones flashed before his eyes.

He could see little Isabella's face, and how much her likeness resembled his own. Margaret's warm smiles and beautiful, peaceful brown eyes came to mind. God how he wanted to be with them again. He was never a strong, fearless husband to Margaret. She was the one who truly had an inner fire to her. He prayed for her strength, resolved to help make a difference and get through this journey with his new comrades. Standing up on shaky legs, Delwyn quickly darted out from behind his hiding spot and opened his catalyst. To his left he saw young Lucas laying waste to a group of hollows. The enraged young man was quite a frightening sight, but Delwyn didn't have time to be cower before his mighty roar. Instead, his soul bloomed with new power that touched upon the printed pages of his Catalyst and sprang to life all around him. Beautiful wisps of blue and white Soul magic dancing around his body before quickly rushing in towards his eyes. The sudden bright light stung painfully, but when it faded Delwyn had reactivated his Bellowing Dragon eyes once again. He suddenly saw the battle around him from many different angles; able to watch as Gerhard and Asta took on the archers. The dazzling ray of light that flew from Saira was a magnificent sight to behold, truly, and Alaric fought valiantly alongside the others. Everyone was safe, although there were a few injuries. Nothing that couldn't be dealt with. With the enemies thinning out, the only threat Delwyn could find were a group of archers perched high on the waterway, out of reach from the others. Saira could have fired more of her powerful miracles at them, but upon scanning the environment Delwyn had already devised a faster solution.

Coming to a halt next to Gerhard, the Sorcerer's dragon eyes flared with power as he quickly revised through his plan. The archers had begun to pull back their bows as Delwyn held his catalyst facing towards them. Soul sorceries gathered within its pages, accumulating together in a brilliant orb of blue power. Delwyn was never particularly good with offensive sorcery, but like all students of Vinheim he was capable of basic Soul Arrows. As he fired the arrow to the archer, he aimed slightly higher with the intent of completely missing his target. The arrow of dazzling magic flew over the group of archers, captivating their attention for a brief moment before they turned to continue preparing their attack. They would have fired, if not for the loud rumbling sound that began to thunder behind them. The group of hollows turned to face the source, only to be met with a barrage of falling rocks and boulders from above. Delwyn had spied a rather unstable stone structure on the outer wall of the Undead Burg. He could only guess that it was some form of balcony or battlement, but he knew a good shot would bring the whole thing down upon the archers. Rocks slid off from the top of the waterway, bringing the limp bodies of the crushed archers off the edge and down into the depths below. The majority of the threat was somewhat dealt with, aside from a few remaining hollows being finished off by his comrades. His head began to ache from overusing his dragon eyes, but before he ceased the spell he took a moment to inspect the waterway for any more enemies.
"Forgive me for sounding pushy," Delwyn spoke between pants, his magic taking quite a bit of energy from him, "but perhaps it would be best for us to continue. There are some large rats in the waterway but they won't bother us if we don't bother them." Delwyn leaned up against the wall, closing his catalyst and taking deep breathes while he waited for the group to decided to move on or not. Perhaps they intended to pillage the corpses for anything of use, but the thought never crossed Delwyn's tired mind.