Pagonia couldn't fathom that his day would be going in such a weird manner. To see Zestasia was the happiest moment of his life currently to which the young knight would not allow anyone to break them apart again. Racing with many thoughts his mind nearly overloaded himself with the amount of problems they would cause. Pagonia stepped forward to stand beside his brother, unsheathing his sword, and preparing for the battle ahead. There was no plan to kill anyone here but, getting out alive was the only option. Before he could start, he felt the barge come to an abrupt halt, forcing Pagonia to grab the closet object to remain stable. Nothing ever good lasted in this day and age. 

"The barge stopping must mean..." Pagonia stopped mid-sentence to focus on his the blade of his sword for a few moments, "Can't seem to summon my magic. I've seen this more than once when under Master Garland. Anti-magic." The knight stumbled forward a bit to see his younger brother attempting to create his own magic or that's what figured with the boy staring at his hand and not looking as confident as before. Pagonia wasn't feeling the situation and he kept his irritation under wraps. His mind wasn't fully in the game till he saw a large shadow cover the barge. 

The knight looked up the very last moment as a bird of some kind swooped down towards his face. At the last moment, Pagonia just barely moved his head to right, the bird cutting his cheek with its beak. Warm blood rolled down his face, dripping on the tattered black cloak covering his armor. A swarm of birds loomed over the unfortunate passengers, ready to rip them to pieces. Another took its chance at Pagonia only to feel the steel of his sword. Another and another swooped down to meet the fine edge of Pagonia's sword. His defensive style could fend off multiple assailants but he didn't know how long he could hold them off. This would not bode well for the innocents on the barge that were just traveling. 

"Zes, we have to protect these people. We can't just run." Pagonia roared over the sound of the swarm. His body darted forward like a bullet, cutting through the wind to the point you could hear the movements. Swinging his sword in a dance-like motion, he tore through several birds attempting to attack the child from earlier. Pagonia stood before the child and it's mother with his sword in his hands. This day was not going as planned.