Hearing Edmund, Ashton weaved through the fray as he and Amethyst flew to the bridge, with the rider yelling sternly. "Got it! If any assholes with an axe try coming my way though, i'm going to have to switch out. They cut through poor Amethyst like butter!" He could hold off some of the enemy soldiers, as Amethys spread itself a  bit, digging its claws into the bridge as it gave a wicked hiss and roar, wings briefly flaring out as it understood its masters intentions of not budging. He looked a lot better than he did before, but there was still some bloodstreaks on his armor and stained into his clothing from the wound he took.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving to I19 and then chilling.</div></div>