[ This isn't a new strategy for him - he'd perfected this with several of his friends, even though Ingrid preferred a pegasus and Felix preferred to keep his feet on the ground (thank the Goddess, he was already too reckless without adding "falling to his death" into the list of possibilities) but the others were occasionally mounted on wyverns and Sylvain took his role of protector seriously.

Also, for real. Those teeth were no joke. He hisses as he narrowly avoids the chomp of one before butting it in the face with the haft of his trident. ]

Showoff. [ he snorts when Claude does a fancy flip off the wyvern's back, even as he spins to jab at another one approaching, using one of the barricades to conceal it. Not very well - it was taller than the wood posts. ] And thanks for that brilliant strategy. That will make this fight so much easier. I see where you got your reputation.

[ His sarcasm is sharper than your pokey end, Claude. ]