Assan knew his assignment already: save the idiot. He didn't have to wait for Davrin to finish his climb to start shredding at the weak points he could reach, the screeching and subsequent squelching of popped pustules informing Davrin what was needed. He watched for any as he climbed, struggling to cling on with legs alone to slash and hack at whatever he could reach.

It would be another minute before he could reach the window himself, given the side quest of slicing through what he could. But Assan was there. Assan that had spent enough time playing and flying with Spite by now that he could read the demon's intentions, like any predators hunting in a pack. He didn't need orders, but he would follow the lead of a friend to get them all out safely.