Meanwhile Tyrhallan had taken care of the rear, he and Viscera had been a dangerous combination, showing exactly what kind of terror a proper mounted knight could be.
As he had planned to return back to Arn and Eilis, he felt his Uncle’s Ki suddenly spike and drop ridiculously quickly. This Tyrhallan recognized and knew it could only be the cause of one thing. Desperation. 
Whoever his Uncle was battling was getting the better of him, if he were to leave now…
He dared not think of it. 
Torn between duty and the looming shadow of death, he had to make a quick decision. His place was here on the battlefield, he was a knight of Belisio. 
Arn would be able to take care of Eilis…
And with a last glance over his shoulder he turned Viscera and dove straight into the battlefield.
Thundering down from his higher position he crossed paths with the dragon knight formation, giving their commander a salute shouting. 
“I couldn’t stay away and have you let all the fun, may the All Mother be with you!” Before flying on taking out one of the smaller flying floats that functioned as snipers, by targeting their engines and sending them plummeting down. 
Flying ahead of them with his quicker wyrm, he fused his ki with Viscera turning its speed up even higher. Making it appear as if they simply flashed forwards in streaks of red they easily avoiding the guns of the larger vessels. Allowing Tyrhallan to drop in between them, startling the panicked soldiers and started his clean up. 
His sword danced and whirled as much as he did, finding weak spots in their armour and sometimes simply decapitating them. With those men out of the way, the Vaimese would be pressed to them other men replace them, turning their attention on him instead. So the best thing he could do was making sure that happened. With an almost sadistic smile he turned the manual guns around and aimed them at the bridge of the ship before firing them continuously.
“Fighting to death and the final breath…” If he managed to cripple this one the others would be able to take over and he could go and look in on his Uncle. 
Gritting his teeth he continued to blast the bridge to bits, awaiting his back up so he could set off, he still felt his’s Uncle’s ki, but it was growing weaker with every outburst.