Vax'ildan glances to the side at Camilla, as sends her axe flying. He understands, in a moment: she must be the big, axe-wielding, Groggy one. He cracks a grin, and then he looks up at Ifrit. Shiro has his back; Shiro seems, at least, to recognize him. He nods his head once, and then his jaw sets. He tries to not think, at least not, now, about the fact that Castor doesn't recognize him.
Maybe, he thinks, that is how this place works.
"I'll see to it," he says. He looks at Camilla. "Keep his attention!"
He goes running in. As he closes the distance, he throws a dagger out. The blade flies for Ifrit's side, before he lunges in. He lands at the back of the Primal, and looks up at alien physiology. Perhaps the exact skillset is different, but the principle is the same. Vax has stood here, before: facing a monstrosity that would spell doom to a city, his comrades attracting its attention, and his blades the instrument to undo it.
Which is why he lunges in, a flash of blades. One slashes up at the base of Ifrit's tail; the other, though, plunges hard for his left leg, to try to hamstring him. Tragically, of course, Ifrit doesn't truly have anatomy...
AHEM sorry yesterday was a....thing.
Maybe, he thinks, that is how this place works.
"I'll see to it," he says. He looks at Camilla. "Keep his attention!"
He goes running in. As he closes the distance, he throws a dagger out. The blade flies for Ifrit's side, before he lunges in. He lands at the back of the Primal, and looks up at alien physiology. Perhaps the exact skillset is different, but the principle is the same. Vax has stood here, before: facing a monstrosity that would spell doom to a city, his comrades attracting its attention, and his blades the instrument to undo it.
Which is why he lunges in, a flash of blades. One slashes up at the base of Ifrit's tail; the other, though, plunges hard for his left leg, to try to hamstring him. Tragically, of course, Ifrit doesn't truly have anatomy...