"You're getting paid in life" Varick responded absent-mindedly to the Victonaris complaints. Varick was truly shaken now. What the hell was Varick meant to do? The Aegis was literally the only thing he brought to the table that was actually useful. Close combat would probably achieve next to nothing at this point aside from serve as a distraction and he was as useful in stopping the flames as a pebble was at stopping a river. It literally just by passed him, cooking him slightly in his armour along the way.
That was what shook Varick. As careful as he could be, as alert and watchful, his defense had been for nought, his allies were pulling the weight here, actually impacting their enemy in some way. It reminded Varick of his first days of battle, a new recruit trying to help alongside his superior officers, the men and women who led him. He was just there, a minimal presence in the battle at hand.
Now though he could not afford that luxury of being strung along. He had to help.
"By the gods, I'm going to rip apart that suit of armour, I don't care what kind of magicks you pull out of your ass." Varick hissed, barely audible behind his helmet as he started into a lurching charge, dazed a little by Graduns blast that reformed into a full sprint at the enemy, throwing his whole body into a tackle that would bring the crimson knight to the floor. Probably meant a chance.