Once more, he covered their retreat with his bodyguard, but no longer did he do it as a man that was floundering against the endless sea. In his mind, there was started to be built a solidness. A solidness against an illusory enemy, but it was a solidness nonetheless. Calmly, he held the foes back. They were a thousand men, on the front lines of those ten thousand, all warring for him, and his Boundary Broken bodyguard. They held them off, as a feat of heroism, slaying them by the tens, and then the hundreds. He shouted his satisfaction to those men that fought alongside him.
"That was well fought, gentlemen," he said. "With me now, we'll see that we regain some of this lost ground."
