Jacob turned and ran towards the now open fighter, spinning his sword he leaped and buried the blade and his boots in the axe wielders gut. He flailed for a moment before Jacob twisted the blade and pulled it out, he was dead in moments looking first two Knights who arrived moments earlier. "Marius, Aloysius; your late." He smirked at the Knights letting them know he meant it only as a jest. 

Next he turned to the Mercenary. "Thank you for the help, lucky they were nothing but a handful scum. A few of them had some skill but the rest were there to intimidate. Those mages were even properly trained, the magic was wild and inaccurate." He shook his head surveying the damage. "Thank your friend on the horse as well. I have a few other to thank for help as well."

As he turned to walk away. "Marius gather up the soldiers here and have Aloysius take them back to the barracks. They deserve a good rest." He told the Knight, Tacticians were trained to give orders and made up most of the Ylissian officers. Marius didn't have to listen to him technically they were equals in rank.

While still a a Junior Tactician he had proven to be the top of class and would have graduated already had Grand Master Andres been able to convince the Exalt he was ready to serve. A Junior tactician was equal in rank to a knight. A fulled Tactician equal to a Lieutenant, while this meant Knight Commanders and Pegasus Knight Captains held rank over them. However only Tacticians could become Grand Masters. These commanders planned troop movements and discussed war with the highest officials. There only a few known Grand Masters of Ylissian Army Robin, Morgan, and Andres. Andres being the longest serving. 

Jacob walked over to the male priest giving a small bow. "I'd like to thank you for your help. If you wouldn't mind I could use a little healing. My pretty blood and they ruined my robes, it wasn't deep just stings every time the wind hits it." He said taking a seat on the ground. He looked over the crowd in alley. "Lets get the introductions done then I'm...." He stopped looking up. "... Is that a wyvern?" He asked out loud, they were incredibly uncommon creatures here meaning the rider was from Valm or was inherited the beast. He hoped the second because a lot of Valmese really wanted him dead right now. He stared up at the beast noticing it had the Archer who had ordered the attack with it or maybe just his body.