Ansgar smirked to himself, watching the large spider lunge into the awed ranks of footmen. Never underestimate someone, he thought with a quick glance, taking in the situation as it was developing. Manakate had shifted, and having a dragon bear down onto the footmen ranks was likely disorientating and demoralizing. Coupled with the two other summons arriving to even out the numbers, it seemed the footmen were having trouble with the idea of what was a two on many, was now rapidly turning into a route. And indeed, the footmen that yet lived and could run, were running. The king was still fighting the warrior, who seemed more interested in fighting to the death than simply running to live another day. Foolish, really, the fight was lost. No sense in continuing to struggle, really. Then again, he considered, opening combat how he did would have appeared foolish as well. Yet, look how everything turned out. But, one more fact was noted that he simply could not allow to continue. One myrmidon woman, going off her style and manner of carrying herself, was being accosted by six footmen that yet lived. She was unarmed too, and it seemed her weapon was at the feet of the one footman who had disarmed her. How embarrassing.
While it would not even appear to be more than a scant heartbeat, the Ereb native considered the situation. King Azure, still being accosted, and the original reason for engaging in combat. He had help, however, and likely could handle his own against a single warrior even if it was not the case. However, he knew not the skill level of the woman who had been disarmed, and she had also come to the aid of the King, alongside the others. The king's ward, the reason for him to stand his ground, had been spirited away to safety as well. That made the next course of action rather clear, and self explanatory. No sense losing bodies so close to a victory snatched from the previously yawning jaws of tragedy. As such, the plan came to mind quickly. She needed support, and a chance to reclaim her weapon. First objective was simple, the second, not so much. With the Bael doing its own thing, as they say, and the ignored orders from one of the other summoners that had acted as such, he knew it would continue to do so. As such, that left it to him since no one else seemed to be moving to her aid.
"Let's clean things up, shall we?" He muttered to himself, striding forward as the Bael did its work rather admirably, he had to admit, seeing the large spider had been a surprise. A pleasant one, but a surprise none the less. But now, to work. Opening Arcthunder again, he sheathed his Levin Sword to focus and concentrate on what needed to be done. She had gotten their attention remarkably well, as such, he doubted they would turn readily, at least at first. First blow had to open a path to her weapon, following strikes, to cover her. As such, as that familiar surge of power coursed forward, he snapped his hand downwards as the pages of his tome turned on their own, conjuring forth another potent strike of Arcthunder, hurtling down with that familiar sound following, right onto the head of the center footmen who had disarmed the woman. He did not advance any closer, focusing more on providing ranged magical support to the woman beset by foes, whether she chose to regain her weapon or continue to evade, and open up more chances for him to strike out against the footmen besetting her. He would continue to provide his ranged support as long as she remained in danger, once they cleaned up, introductions might need to be in order. Then he had to continue to the Dragonrage Pass, though things here might have to do with events there.
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