Noctis grins and sets free a quick bark of laughter at Ardbert's confidence; it's familiar in a few ways that hit a little close to home, so he tries not to dwell on it. The dance continues, and just as the other man said, it doesn't take them long to clean up the rest of the monsters scrambling around them, their power weakening as more of the swarm is destroyed. As the last of the stragglers gather together for a final attempt at encircling them, Noctis flips away to give Ardbert space to swing at them before tossing a shield almost as big as he is at the survivors, sending a blue shockwave of energy outwards as he warps in to decimate whatever's left behind.

Using the Royal Arms always stings, and the shield is more demanding than most, but there's no denying the end result as Noctis straightens up from his warp, rubbing at a now-sore shoulder and surveying the field. "...Is that all of them?"