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Leonel felt as though all the bones in his body were shattering. He had never been hit by a truck before, but he assumed that this was about as close as he could get to the real thing.

His body curved grotesquely around Lamorak's spikeless, cylindrical mace almost like a ball deforming around a baseball bat. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was sent flying.

Or rather… he thought that was what would happen. But, reality was cruel.

In the single step Lamorak had taken to send a blow toward Leonel, the ground beneath his feet caved downward before jetting up a large broken piece. Before Leonel could fly very far to the side, he hit this broken piece first, causing his already bent body to crash the other way.

In the end, as though it was all planned out beforehand, Leonel fell right before Lamorak, the glint in his eyes slowly growing dim.

Leonel's world began to spin. He didn't have the presence of mind to maintain his ability any longer. It felt as though everything was fading. The pain was truly too much.

His thoughts were in complete disarray. He only caught onto the faintest inkling of something that made him shocked to the point of speechlessness.

Every step Lamorak had taken before had caused a crack on the ground. Then, during his last attack, his final step managed to kick up a large slab of stone that stopped Leonel from flying away. However, according to Leonel's calculations, that should have been impossible unless… the previous steps drew the outline of the stone slab he eventually kicked up.

perfectly suited for this kind of

felt his

this kind of pain, it was while he was opening his bloodline shackles. But, at least that had some sort of reward

need to look up to know that it

anything after siezing victory. There was no room for

Not that there was just a threat of it,

was a choice he, himself had made. He had found it too difficult to take the life of

'This feeling… sucks…'

felt such a wave of helplessness

'I don't like it…'

to move, a strong will pulling his body together as he tumbled to one side, just barely avoiding

on his body, sending him

a joke, he hadn't even felt it leave his grasp. Had he been a true spearman, he would likely rather die than reliquish his weapon so easily, but it seemed he hadn't reached such a

He had only missed because according to his own calculative abilities, Leonel should have been too injured to move at

wouldn't miss

BANG!

The ground he was trying to pull himself up from shattered and

noticed Leonel take out a weird… fish scale? That scale formed a shield that just as quickly collapsed under his might. It was likely this that had saved

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