Dimensional Descent

Aina's agility couldn't be matched by these normal soldiers. A single sweep of her ax took five lives at a minimum, sometimes as much as ten.

With Leonel's support to her back, she entered the fray without hesitation. She was maybe a little too reckless. Leonel could only watch on with a cold sweat matting his back, throwing out as many spears as he could as quickly as he could.

Reaching over toward his barrel, Leonel realized that he had run out. He could only sprint back down and grab another, carrying it up with him.

'This isn't good. The plan is working almost too well…'

Leonel threw out another spear, reaping yet another life.

A striking problem was becoming obvious to him. The Englishmen's first line had been disrupted so thoroughly that even the most forward of them hadn't crossed the third line of defense yet.

Because of that, Aina, who had already been their target from the beginning, wasn't receiving the support of the Frenchmen who stood in a daze as though they were watching the work of gods.

Because of the spikes, charging forward now would disrupt their advantage. It was best if they waited at the end of the last line of defense to begin their own slaughter. But since Leonel's trap and Aina's prowess was too overpowering, the enemy was nowhere near reaching that goal.

This might sound like a good thing, but Leonel's calculative mind saw that it most definitely wasn't. The way things were going now, Aina would be under too much pressure. He only had one arm to throw with, it was impossible for him to cover her perfectly. Though his high coordination gained him an ambidextrous ability, he needed his left arm to use his shield.

'Dammit.'

"ARCHERS, TAKE DOWN THAT MAN!"

believe that a man could so accurately throw a spear, and such low quality ones at that. But, they could only accept

the back of an army. As such, they were the

was impossible. Medieval armies usually relied on a combination of horn and flag sequences to give orders, but with their general gone, this

signal, their entire front

"Aina! Retreat!"

body was no longer normal. His voice carried a weight that theirs

shock, Aina

twitched. She was always talking

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the siege tower, grabbing another barrel of spears and hoisting

of arrows fell toward his direction, but he

The spear on his back was in fact of the D-grade. But, this small shield was a C-grade

head. An instant

even the slightest dent. How could weapons of the 15th century damage a

that rebounded from his shield, he drew a picture in his mind… Its trajectory, its speed, its

mind, drawing a perfect line from its contact point

toward his right, plucking a dart out of his

the dart to spin for a brief moment to his

of the atlatl,

arm whipped forward, using the swinging momentum of