Ashon nodded to the swordswoman. "I'll move how I can best aid all of you. When this is over, I will officially surrender." She was right, and Ashton could not stand for this. He set his eyes on the rest of the battlefield, Amethyst ready to follow its master. "No turning back..." he would mutter under his breath, ready to strike down his once allies. "Call me Ashton. I do not request your name however." He briefly looked back to her. She should at least know his name.