'There is no time... If we run at full speed, it would only draw them all to the base!'
Lancelot looked at Tiamat and closed his eyes while stroking her hand almost subconsciously, looking at the group ahead, who seemed to be waiting. He made a choice and knew that she would be angry.
"Lancelot?" Tia looked confused, her throat still swallowing as if something was stuck in the middle as the enemy reinforcements were now within range, both able to sense their number and strength.
'Let's not waste time...'
She wouldn't listen to him as he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips, watching the female dragon's eyes widen before he stroked her cheek, "forgive me. I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Tiamat... I order you to return to the base and prepare everyone for battle—you are forbidden to return and are to man the walls and await my return."