A blast of electricity strikes down a group of fleshy-mechanical monstrosities. Their twisted limbs scrape at the stage before tumbling over the edge of it.
A boy stands opposite to the empty space once taken up by the creatures, a golden sword pointed in its direction and still alight with lingering sparks. The ginger knows it’s foolish to think that space will stay empty for long.
Usually, he wouldn’t be down on the stage where the performers are. He was of more use in the air, flying around and providing support where needed. However, this particular stage was getting swarmed, a small group of the enemy even managing to start clawing their ways up onto the stage. He couldn’t help but dive in.
The golden sword is flicked to the side, mechanical bat-like wings lowering to allow Claus to see who it was he was defending. An unfamiliar face greets him, but it doesn’t matter. He has his mission, he’ll see it through to the end.
He speaks in a tired voice, a contrast to how sharp his eyes are.
“I’ll keep the stage secure.”
Mechanical wings spread wide, engines on the tips of the innermost ‘limbs’ already sparking to life to lift the ginger into the air to hover over the stage.