Finir, noting Drake's expression becoming more grave, gave a look of confusion.
...What did I say...? the azure dragon thought to himself, hitting yet another with the flat of his blade away. There was another legion lunging at him from behind with these 'common utensils' - butcher knife, axe, switch blade, weeding hoe, Swiss army knife - while he merely turned around with the Switch Axe aimed toward it. The Axe head shifted, revealing the discharge port in the weapon. As they were inches from nearly being set upon him once again, he let Nimi do yet another Mana discharge, sailing them back with various thuds. The energy from his emblem seemed to feed into Nimi, as she stayed in her Sword Mode still after many Mana discharges.
Yet this power would probably not be enough against these endless waves...
"...Ugh, when will this end?!" Nimi echoed from the weapon.
"When we win," Finir simply answered.
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.