Dimensional Descent

Leonel breathed heavily, sweeping over the enemies before him with an expressionless gaze.

Though he seemed to be in a bad situation, Leonel didn't feel like it was so. After all, all of his enemies were before him. He hadn't been surrounded and still had a lane to retreat.

Leonel's gaze landed on Lamorak, measuring him up and down. He didn't bother to speak any words as there was nothing he could say that could change the current situation.

In a lot of ways, Lamorak and Big Buddha were incredibly similar. They were both die hard supporters of their own individual ideals – one for the Slayer Legion and the other for Camelot. To them, the moment Leonel challenged their bottom lines, he was already deemed to be an enemy of theirs.

To people like them, things were only in black and white. And, even if they were aware that there might be a region of gray, they would rather stamp any instances of it to protect themselves from having to challenge their own ideals.

Leonel didn't feel like wasting his breath on people like this. Lamorak was already willing to go all out to kill him. But, the moment he saw the little mink in action, he felt as though all of his previous preconceptions were validated. This only made his fervor all the more great.

Lamorak would never consider what he would have done had the little mink not been on Leonel's side. He was simply a hypocrite, the kind of person who only sought to confirm their own biases while ignoring all else.

If Lamorak was any sort of objective, he would be considering why it was that a young man who could wield the Light Element would choose to side with a Dark Elemental creature. Logically, things shouldn't be as simple as they seem. But, would such a fanatic consider such a thing? And, even if they did, how seriously would they take it?

Seeing Leonel's lack of a response to his grand entrance, Lamorak could only admit within his heart that he felt somewhat stifled.

"Surround him!"

the two Demon Lords. What good were slaughter

He had no desire for his

would function as he wanted. He was in a state of complete exhaustion, causing his body to be sluggish and

the Force within his body was still ample and could be slowly converted into Soul Force given enough time after

where there was good, there

what sustained Leonel's ability. Without it, his calculative abilities took a massive dip, his Dreamscape became useless

represented the focus of the mind even outside the use of Leonel's ability. Without it, his judgement and reflexes were impaired. Before, Leonel's coordination and reflexes used to be strengths of his

fired, hoping to maintain the distance between him and his pursuers. He still had several contingency plans to use, he just had to make it to them. But,

whistling wind, appearing before a charging human of Camelot in an

as though he saw his life flash before his eyes. However, the sharp pain he had expected never

he stunned, but Leonel was even

shooting into the ground and managing to land on the thigh of an unassuming mage who cried out in pain. However, Leonel was

the recoil of 15th century guns within the Mayan Tomb Zone, he couldn't remember the last time he missed. Even during his career as a quarterback, unless it was a hit impeding his throwing motion…

that he almost paused his steps, not believing what he was

moment Leonel realized that the drain of his

'This is bad…'

bad his situation was. Others thought it was simply normal if a bowman missed once in a while, not to mention the fact that Leonel's arrow had still technically hit a

"Mages!" Lamorak coldly commanded.

this time. How could he

a General Star to Camelot just might be greater than a Three Star Magus despite the fact there was