Not to be outdone, Ambrosio's grim expression played to the soon to be dead Lost by him. A couple thralls rushed him. His experience led him to simply sidestep and impale the first on his bardiche and slam the other into the wall with his shield. The impaled one arguably got off easier as it simply died from the sudden thrust. The second one had a horrible fate of being crushed for almost a full second against the wall, cracks and meaty rips echoing in the area. Once he pulled his shield back and slammed it down in a defensive wall position, the now mostly ground to a pulp Lost slid wetly to the floor.

He flicked the Lost off of his polearm, resting the head on the top of his shield, ready to strike at any that approached his shield. "Your waves will crash and break on my shield. Die to your own arrogance, worms." His shield blazed with light, his heightened emotional state seeming to form what seemed to be a layer of formed light, covered in deadly spines.His eyes narrowed beneath his helm. As he waited, he began rapping the top of his shield with the spine of his blade. A low, resonating growl issued forth, practically goading the Lost to focus on him first as he made himself a target.