Dimensional Descent

"Jean!" Joan's delicate cry reached her knight's ears.

Without needing more words, one of the ten knights by Joan's side charged out from the group, taking with him a group of at least fifty calvary.

Leonel's gaze shifted to the flagpole in Joan's hands but his face remained expressionless. He was certain that it was invisible to others, but he had very clearly seen a line of Force leave Joan and enter Jean's body. In that instant, though it was difficult to get a read on Jean's stats since he was riding his horse, at the very least, his steed itself had a 10% increase in all of its physical stats.

The army was riding through plains currently, but there was a forest up ahead. Seemingly realizing that something was wrong, Joan sent a squad of fifty as the vanguard.

'So that's Jean Poton…' Leonel thought to himself, running alongside the horses with Aina by his side. Quite frankly, he wanted to ride a horse as well. But, he simply didn't think he had the time to learn, so he hadn't even tried.

According to history, Jean's action routed the English's sneak attack attempt and put them on their back foot. Because most of the hidden English forces were long bowman, the losses were devastating and completely tilted the battle in their favor. This battle ended completely without a siege.

'But that… Is definitely not like history…'

Leonel's sharp senses caught wind of something odd hidden within the shadows of the vanguard calvary. He had never seen something like it before, but it was more than enough to raise his alertness. As for Joan, she either hadn't noticed, or pretended not to. Leonel found it too difficult to read her.

In stride, Leonel pulled his atlatl from his hip fixing a dart to it and sending a line of silver piercing through the air.

aware of how frowned upon it was to act without the words of your commander. But, Leonel was playing his role as a commoner. How would a

charging with him. The reason was that his throw was not only far too fast, but it went straight through the squadron

wasn't focused on the reactions of fellow soldiers, though. His eyes were

the air, narrowly missing several vanguard knights. Just before it left the

But, Leonel's dart continued to fly, entering

armored Englishman fell from the tree, several incredulous gazes made their way toward Leonel before a morale

horse, but she received an innocent grin and a thumbs up in return. He looked no different from a kid happy to be of help for the first time. With

tree. If this forest was so thick, it would never be on the route of their destination. Most of them

the time Leonel's unit swarmed the forest, the English

from his back, feeling a familiar burning in his blood. Aina trailed closely to his back. This sort of environment definitely wasn't the best for her battle style. That wasn't to say she couldn't fight. In fact, she could go through these trees like butter. The issue was how the other soldiers would deal with the trees falling

way to find and kill Englishmen. He took advantage of the complete disarray the battlefield was in to cut a

to notice. It made sense if a few didn't notice, or maybe even the majority, but not even a

can't perceive Force. And, Force wielders with weak senses can't see it either. Since the brain can't

intent. In fact, that shadow in

'Is that Joan's ability?'

forest like two wisps of smoke. Their speed was faster than that of horses to begin with, so catching up with Jean's group hadn't been anything