traction on the sand was hard to keep up for long stretches of time. in the beginning of his retreat trevor had done well enough digging his basic boots into the grains and propelling himself forward through leaps and bounds, but eventually the body started getting tired. he wasn't sure whether or not the game had a sprint bar and didn't much care; either way he was almost worn out before too long. apparently he'd picked a good time to falter though.

the sound of gunfire nearly startled trevor into stillness, but when he saw a few of the cacti go down he figured the shots weren't for him and continued on his run. at least until a voice shouted over them. a rude voice, mind you, although it did seem connected to the kind gunfire that was covering his butt. it was no secret that trevor erred on the side of femininity. he liked looking nice and had decided fairly early in life that wearing his hair long and dressing more ambiguously screamed "nice" to him more than anything else.

that didn't mean he liked being called "princess" though, and under any other circumstance the term likely would have earned a stubborn refusal to follow orders and a few choice words. under these circumstances though? he grit his teeth and hit the sand and waited for the gunfire to draw enough threat to pull the cacti off him. it didn't take long, thankfully. the indicators left his display and when he looked up just seconds later they were converging on the stranger.

"hey! accept my party invite!" he shouted to the armed man, voice slightly shrill on account of his need to shout over the sounds of combat (an issue he likely could have easily got around by simply using the chat function, but in the moment the thought didn't occur to him). there was a very real desire to assist this would-be ally, but trevor couldn't rightly remember if he could even apply his summons to non-party members.

action log
shepherd hit the dirt!

kingrex

with the party invite accepted trevor rushed to kingrex's side. again he bit his tongue at the comments the crass stranger had to offer. at least this time they were simply patronizing, it was a step above being called "princess". even if they weren't the man was right, trevor was a utility class (in layman's terms a "support"), but he did have to be in range for his spells to work. lucky for kingrex that wasn't too close.

from the corner of his eye trevor could see his fairy lancer poof out of existence, more luck for the man doing all the leg work. with both of his spells off cooldown and available there was a lot of support coming kingrex's way. once he was within a few feet of the man he pulled his staff from his inventory and waved it a couple times in the attacker's direction. the motions were choreographed, linked to the spells he was casting so strongly that trevor was sure he couldn't mess them up if he tried.

following the motions were two poofs as his summons came into being. a plucky, red-haired fairy baring a lance and a helmet that called its eyesight into question and another housed in magnificent armor and wielding a shield that reflected the desert's rays in all directions. they both flew to kingrex's side, offering their bonuses happily.

they helped trevor too, his staff glowing brightly with the effects of his passive rank and file.

"that should be more than enough support for you!" trevor called out in a breathy tone as he finally caught up with his party mate and took up a position behind him, "but don't worry, it's not all i've got." with his passive's bonus his own basic attacks would be packing a decent punch. he put the final hits on a couple of the lumbering cacti, and was fairly certain it wouldn't take too long for the rest to go down.

action log
shepherd cast fairy lancer on kingrex
+x2 basic atk damage
shepherd cast shimmering guardian on kingrex
+def +50% chance to ignore dmg
shepherd's passive rank and file activated
+basic atk damage

kingrex