440 Warehouse Raid

Aldrich touched down on the forest floor, or what was left of it. The previously grassy clearing had been utterly trashed by Nico's coin-induced explosions, Aldrich's attacks, and the Ivory Knights crashing their greatswords down again and again.

"Excellent work, everyone," said Aldrich. He raised his fist, and in response, the ten Ivory Knights stood tall in trained formation, raising their huge blades in front of them with ease like they were toy props. They slammed their gauntleted fists into the blade as a synchronized warcry.

'Ah, it has been quite some time since I have suffered such damage,' said Volantis.

'Apologies.' Aldrich looked down at his thoroughly damaged armor hanging on to him in warped black strips and cracked bone spikes.

'No need, Warleader. To defend you is my purpose, and I do so with nothing but honor.'