Fire, huh? Whoever their opponent was, if she wished to bring magical flames into it, then Nero would be more than happy to compete with her, to prove that her ardour was greater than such offensive magic! Only... not whilst carrying an apparently hopeless dragon slayer. And it certainly wasn't an option when the Lancer involved had taken this chance to up and run. 

It seemed that he was in need of healing and, despite still carrying him like a sack of potatoes, the emperor had no intention of foresaking their current ally. "Archer, if you reach into that basket, there should be some sweet cakes, slightly sticky. I made sure to mix some of the food as healing remedies exactly in case of things such as this."