Even though the dogfights in the air devolved into a crude way of dismantling the fleet, Jin could see that their guests had decided to take the backdoor and the Grey Bears War Maidens were ready to provide the defensive support which they had been briefed to do before this shitshow happened.
The Mecha Armour they had stolen had been quickly redesigned so that they could accommodate the surface to air missiles that Old Fammet had stockpiled over the years. Delicately crafted by him and him alone, they were the pinnacle of customised projectiles. If craftsmen of yore could create arrows made of adamantium or mythril along with properties of fire or water, Old Fammet could do the same as well.