Max seized a rail as the ship jolted violently; after a moment, he continued moving upwards until they emerged onto a scene that took his breath away.<br/><br/>A massive Redloch blimp hovered nearby, its size dwarfing their own vessel; Max felt a dropping sensation in the pit of his stomach as their airship began descending towards the ground below. It was something of a shock to see the terrain, as it had only become visible once they'd passed through the thin barrier of clouds that had limited visibility up to that point. Max could hear shouts, could hear Judas yelling that the Warpieces needed to be unloaded, and he felt sudden comprehension. They needed to get them to the ground without risking friendly crossfire, a matter complicated somewhat by the opposition's position.<br/><br/>The Shield Warpieces stood upright on either side of him, as still as statues as they awaited further instruction. Once commanded to enable their barriers, they would lean forward into a crouching position, their hands stationary on the ground as the mana-fueled barriers form above their shoulders, extending out to either side. Max glanced down at the clearing below that was undoubtedly their destination, and he knew the Shields would be crucial to providing cover in the open area.<br/><br/>He stared around at the others, awaiting the orders that would send them all into motion.