Serrat looks... Enraged, ripping apart demon after demon after demon, with claws and with teeth. The dragon is covered in blood, its metallic visor stained, but not enough to hide the creature's hateful, bright red gaze. It growls at the group of Hellspawn surrounding it, tearing through them with an angry efficiency that's reminiscent of the Slayer's.

But Serrat is not just a mindless beast, or a mere mount. This has an objective. The Hellwalker, its rider, has a child. And this child, as strong as they are, is currently in danger. Their father is not here, and the demons should be thankful for that. But Serrat is, and it cannot just let the Marine's 'cub' be hurt.

The mecha-dragon, a deadly mixture of biological strength and carefully engineered weapons, moves forward. It is unstoppable, its sharp teeth bared threateningly, and fire coming out from deep within its throat whenever a lowly imp dares come too close. It eventually stops, finding what it's been looking for. The kid, sprawled on the ground far away from the Sentinel base, and surrounded by slightly higher-level demons. Azhrak's forces are intelligent enough to recognize the Slayer's blood on other beings, it appears. But they were still stupid, believing that there would be no consequences for this.

Serrat swiftly either eliminates or scares away the demons, reaching the child. They don't look fully conscious, but they're still alive. It's surprising, considering the amount of injuries and deep wounds that they have, but then again, this is the Slayer's own descendant.

The dragon opens its jaws, but instead of spitting fire, it just gingerly grabs the kid between its teeth, like a slightly too big feline picking up its cub by the scruff. It flexes its hind legs, spreading its wings open, and quickly taking off into the air before more demons can reach it and its precious cargo.