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'We'd better stick with him,' said Iziol.

Salvador Delaguna stepped closer with Matteo right behind him. "We'll head to that northern hill there," he said, pointing. "Send one of 'em our way if you want help up close. Otherwise--" He pulled out another heavy rifle from a duffel bag, though it wasn't fully assembled yet. "--we'll provide cover."

"Understood," said Dimas, and he gave Hector a look that seemed to be assessing whether or not he was ready to be carried off by gravity again.

Covered in full armor, however, Hector couldn't exactly answer with the expression on his face. Dimas must've come to the conclusion that he was indeed ready, because the Lord of House Sebolt did not waste another moment and launched away from the ground with Hector in tow.

It was a good thing he didn't have a problem with motion sickness. Holy shit.

They soared almost straight up, then arced toward direction of the enemy. Roman was keeping pace with them as well, though Voreese was not with him. She had stayed by the car with a few others, mostly reapers, including Levinox.

Hector's grip on his shield tightened as they drew closer. It was probably his best hope of surviving this battle.

He wanted to keep his mind clear, but a background thought process, he couldn't stop thoughts from manifesting.

Bloodeye and the Man of Crows. Very high-ranking Abolishers. Not top tier threats like Ivan or Jercash or Gohvis, perhaps, but they were probably on a similar level to the Marauder of Calthos, whom Hector had encountered at Dunehall.

That guy had been kind of overshadowed at the end of the day but definitely hadn't been a pushover. He'd taken on Zeff, Asad, Melchor Blackburn, and Xuan Sebolt all by himself.