With a wordless howl of rage, Lucina leapt forward and brought her battleaxe down in a cleaving vertical strike meant to split the Belisian in half. His words had cut more deeply than any sword ever could, but in the moment it took to cover the distance between them, Tyrhallan had already dashed passed in the blink of an eye and entered the wheelhouse.

Lucina immediately turned to pursue, but was interrupted as a flying beast swooped down from the sky and its rider, another Belisian, swung a mace into her helmet, knocking it off.

"Go forth, I will back thee!" the knight, one of Sarban's group, shouted at Tyrhallan while dismounting and pressing the attack with blow after thunderous blow. 

"You cur!" Lucina roared as she defended herself with the haft of her weapon, being slowly driven back.

Meanwhile in the wheelhouse, the helmsman of the frigate, a young man clad in a grey cap and uniform, struggled with the controls as the entire ship suddenly began to drift off course, listing to one side.

"It's not me!" he shouted as he heard the door open. "It just started turning on its- oh Terra!"

As soon as the helmsman noticed Tyrhallan standing in the doorway, he reached for the holster at his waist and drew his sidearm in a panic.