There's a slight lurch as the Arcadia rises up in place - the sounds of engines kicking into gear echo in the hangar, followed by the low creak of the bay door lowering, splashing into the sea.

"Take off in five," An elf in a Lanze explained. "We'll fan out first as we approach - try to spread any imps thin, and assess a weak flank."

"And then pinch them from the sides," Harlock added. "Remember to call if you're getting surrounded. This isn't the time to test your limits." There's better battles for that. With that - Armors started to take off, flying through the opening and into the skies. Behind them, the Arcadia's array of guns starts to pivot.

As Ilphyl flies over, they would not see any resistance... but who pays attention to a bird flying so high up? The target fortress had their cannons pointed out towards the sea, and soldiers milled about on the mustering grounds with armors in position and inspected. They were clearly primed but judging from the lack of hurry, they were not aware of the incoming Corsairs.

A woman that looks to be in charge (judging from her fancy hat) is pointing and directing soldiers on drills.