Ashton figured that if these were mercenaries or soldiers of Galatia, then they would not surrender, and these rebels were showing the same steadfast tenacity. If the enemy had to be killed... So be it. Amethyst was spurred onto the sky again, though he moved further ahead then the soldier who had advanced alongside the dancer. The womans encouraging nod held no direct words for the man, yet her spirit and beautiful dance said more then most words ever could. That did not get into her body, which at the very least was... enchanting, hard to pry ones eyes from.<br/><br/>Yet Ashton felt his own shame at having initially fought alongside these soldiers, these mercenaries. He swooped by the rebels at a low flight though his spear was held in a neutral position. He looked to Aurich briefly, flying past him. “I'll take point. If they attack from the hill, I can circle around or move to flank. They will not be able to escape.” Aurich did not have to take his word of course, but as he swooped down to the ground he faced the enemy and held a defensive posture in their direction... Certainly not the brightest idea if this were a trick on his part, to leave his back open to those eho would mistrust him. He was not there to convince the rebels that he was truly on there side, but he was here to do the right thing now.. And that meant aiding them.<br/><br/>He moved closer to the base of the ramp, was this going to be a mistake? He could handle this he hoped. His only concern were the trio of soldiers with axes. They were complete unknowns to him, and they could easily mistake him for an enemy.. Even then, he did not move to attack them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving to I13</div></div>