Yusho
The dragon-blooded liked this madman. He didn't know his name, nevermind what sort of freaky curse or unsavory burden he seemed to live with, but at this moment those thoughts were distracting. If he had to punch him in the future, he'd do it over a glass of plum wine and a grilled bass fish, at least.
The cries of agony polluting the air, however, forced him to be concerned. Yusho stared at their enemy, the dragon beast reduced to a human shape again, wrestling with the grip of Valerie's terrible weapon. They didn't really talk, nor did the exalt intend to talk. But dangerous as the being was, there was no need to prolong her torment. The question was, could these two men finish it? To that effect, he had an idea.
Yusho gripped the savage axe tight, and putting bonfire hot effort behind the momentum of his body, he hurled it. It zipped forward, in an arc to go over the two engaged combatants. Unwilling to waste a single second, he blasted towards the other weapon left in the scene, scorching leaves and dirt, intent on seizing it. "Look out!" He yelled.
The polearm was the weapon of the Golden Janissary, and its light could course through even the humble farmer's scythe. And if a single man's push couldn't dislodge it from a rock, well, two men and a hammer could push a lot of things.