Having sent two Ylissean scumdumpsters to their graves, Laius surveyed the battlefield once more. Didn't seem like all that many riders remained in the skies. Perhaps these ragtag scoundrels were more than mere mercenaries who decided to give these uninvited troops a proper spanking. He would have to resist the urge to defeat more of these illborn buttboils in order to understand the situation better, which likely meant talking to one of the combatants taking up arms against the coalition of pegasus knight and wyvern rider alike. Of course, there was the chance they would turn on him as well, as they seemed to be slaughtering without remorse or care, but as the prince of glorious mother Plegia, he would have to take that risk! He was almost offended that the enemy hadn't paid him much mind. Did they not understand he was their biggest threat? Capable of demolishing their unit and sending them to the afterlife with a flick of his mighty wrist? They truly were incompetent to not assault him first and foremost. They would come to regret it! Oh boy would they, once he conversed with one of mysterious group's members. A few of them were women at the very least. Very lovely women. Like the archer! One could argue the blood streaming from her skull took away from her looks, but if she survived the head wound he would definitely seek her out later! There was the wyvern rider. She seemed a tad drunk, but she was suitably bouncy and plump! The woman shooting wind from her blade, while older, also seemed rather lovely, not to mention the experience that came with women her age. Then there was the pegasus knight with the blonde hair and the bloodied lance. [i]Hrrrrr.[/i] He would definitely give her something better to ride on than a frilly flying horse...

He was losing focus. Thoughts of jiggling bodies and aerial coitus aside, he had to get to the bottom of this skirmish! Spotting a Plegian soldier amongst the fray, he marched right up to the horse mounted man who seemed to be offering aid to the wounded. [b]"You there, fool!"[/b] He exclaimed towards the cavalier. Surely a man of Plegian colors could explain to him what was going on. Then there was a war cry from above the duo... followed by an explosive gust of wind and a thorough splattering of blood, directed unfortunately for Phillip and his mount. At least the body of a mutilated pegasus and its master didn't crash down on him. [b]"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT INTERRUPTING?!"[/b] Screeched the furious prince, who returned his attention to Phillip.

[b]"You! Explain! Who are these people, and why do they bathe my capital in the unworthy blood of Ylissean swine?"[/b] He asked, tapping his foot on the sand like a furious mother. Considering he had just executed one of the airborn knights with the wrath of a thousand suns and a well placed Rexcalibur spell, it was probably best not to piss this mother off any further with an incorrect answer.