Alvios tucked his own mask into a jacket pocket. He was a little skeptical on how useful it would actually be, but Jeff was right; blocking a cheap shot could turn a battle's tide. No sense in letting any resource go unused right now anyway, since this was the now-or-never moment for their entire existence. He had sat back down to think about it some, but a nagging thought intruded: [color=mediumorchid][i]'Did he say airborne...?[/i][/color]

     Fast forward to after takeoff, and Alvios was sitting back at the table, arms folded, muttering to himself. [color=mediumorchid]"I better not have been the only one who didn't know this castle could fly--oh!"[/color] Alvios straightened himself as Jenso approached, smiling at his comrade. [color=mediumorchid]"Something tells me that it's [i]you[/i] by [i]our[/i] side that's going to win this fight for us, Jenso. Still, doesn't change the fact; we'll make these bastards repent for all of their atrocities."[/color]

     Alvios rose from his chair and leaned against the table for a moment, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. [color=mediumorchid]"So, that archer I fought, you said his name was Dacer? Friend of yours? If so, hope he isn't too irate about me stabbing him through the leg after we save him."[/color]