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!"

he had over the two

during the third round that slaughter points could be stolen upon death. He had no desire for his hard work to benefit someone else, and held even less of

that his body would function as he wanted. He

body was still ample and could be slowly converted into Soul Force given enough time after being purified by the two stars of

good, there was

a massive dip, his Dreamscape became useless

Leonel's ability. Without it, his judgement and reflexes were impaired. Before, Leonel's coordination and reflexes used to

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

before a charging human of Camelot

trembling as though he saw his life flash before his eyes.

stunned, but Leonel was even

the thigh of

Tomb Zone, he couldn't remember the last

to Leoenl that he almost paused his steps, not believing

that moment Leonel realized that the drain of his Spirit Pressure affected far more

'This is bad…'

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 target. But, Leonel knew that

"Mages!" Lamorak coldly commanded.

waited here all this time. How could

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

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