Azre falls onto the earth safely, the sound of his saxaphone ringing out over the sandstorm as a massive jet of flames slows his fall, and conveniently eliminates any nearby Grimm. Once he hits the earth he immediately sprints over to cover the other side of the bullhead left open by Ramalia. Any Beowolf or Creeper that approaches is treated to blast after blast of fire or an axe to the neck, rapidly switching out the cartridges in order to keep up with the endless hoards. He manages to keep the crowds back, but only just - he may not be gaining ground, but he's definitely not losing any.
"Keep loading as many survivors on as possible, I've got a distraction that'll buy us enough time. Ramalia and Azre, prepare to hold out just a little longer!" Erza yells into her scroll, sprinting up through the sands towards where her teammate charged forwards. She's only steps behind the larger woman, her sword slicing down the occasional Grimm that thought it would be a good idea to target her - eventually leaping up to flip over the head of a Beowolf, using it's back as a springboard as she launches herself into the air.
Azre widens his eyes as he hears her bark the order, taking a moment to bring his own scroll up to his mouth. "Do me a favor, and please don't shoot my sister, her semblance can be a bit... overwhelming." He warns, before returning freezing a Grimm to death.
That's all the warning both Ramalia and the pilot would get, as the creature that comes back down from where Erza launches herself doesn't look entirely human. It's obviously not human - nearly 8 feet tall, the creature that's replaced their dear leader has a tangled mane of golden hair framing it's face. But it's definitely not a Grimm either - despite it's gorilla like proportions, giving it the hunch of a small Beringal, it lacks the characteristic white bone mask and black skin, replaced by a hide of tan leather, and several all-yellow eyes with slit-black pupils. One arm grips a small, worn-looking sword, while the tatters of a familiar red cape hang from it's neck - and as it moves from it's knuckles to stand on two feet, the roar that it lets out is completely inhumane as it beats it's chest for effect - a massive call for dominance, aimed to attract the attention of every Grimm in the area.