omega heaved a sigh when the nest of Volvagias was revealed. he'd hoped that this venture wouldn't turn south like this. sadly, at some deep level, the elderly warrior knew that his luck would not allow such luxury. "well, i fought far too long to let some dime store dragonid rejects be the ones to bury these old bones." he stated, willing his armory to bear. the array of blades, blunts, spears and other assorted tools of war glimmering in the light the area's lava provided. "i suggest greatly that any whom do not wish to be skewered, move behind me." omega warned, before slamming down his cane, and sending the weapons off to attack anything in front of him.
meanwhile, in the battle with ganon, when he buffed up like a steroid addicted skrull with Hypertrichosis alpha decided now, was the time if any to join in. prepping for a punch with one of his hands, he drew his blade with the other.
"ok, the pig trans was one thing, but magic roids? no. not sitting back and letting that slip. listen. i'm helping." he told the others fighting, before attacking with a mix of slashes and punches in an attempt to help wear the amped up warlock down. should that prove insufficient or he got in a bad situation, he was all to prepared too shoot him in the eyes with an energy blast, and switch to ranged attacks.