Dimensional Descent

Leonel was instantly at a loss.

If he continued saving those buried beneath the rubble, many of whom were unconscious, he would be allowing this attack to continue on smoothly. But, if he moved to stop them now, it was very likely that many of those he could save would die.

'Dammit!' Leonel roared in his mind.

"Leonel."

"Huh?" Leonel snapped out of his own thoughts.

"Just point out where they are to me and I'll dig them out. I can't battle in the skies like you can."

Leonel opened his mouth to reply but wasn't exactly sure what to say.

It would definitely be more efficient for them to be saved by him. He could use his Earth Elemental affinity to simply carry them out. But, Aina would have to physically dig them out.

"Just leave it to me." Aina insisted. "More people will die than those buried down if they're allowed to go."

Leonel's hesitation was broken when he heard these words. She was right. If they managed to make it to one of the Baronies, hundreds would die.

"I…"

Aina pushed off, breaking out of Leonel's embrace and landing on the ground.

"They can't see me on the ground through all the dirt clouds. Stop worrying about me."

Leonel blinked and nodded.

meters in

that, Leonel shot

…

through the skies in perfect formation. They were split into groups of eleven. Each group of eleven was split into

following its wings there were three birds to

formed an inverted 'V'

larger outer structure. This inner structure was formed of

a single bird. This bird protected the commander

formations were flying through the air. They

knew that trying to stop Leonel would have been useless. He was simply too fond of doing stupid things to save people he didn't even know, let alone the fact he was now doing so to protect those he thought of as

friend of his. If Camelot fell, it would be Mordred's family that suffered the most. How could he allow such a thing to

numerous smaller formations, a man wearing black robes accented by white flexible armor stood atop a predator bird of his own. Unlike the others, he was the only one

behind his back, his hair shaved down until

was tightly stapled to his skeleton. His

Lord White's White Knights, Khaled

…

in the skies, a simple [Light Refraction] array centered around him. The more he observed the coming tide of

just the beasts alone were beyond anything Leonel had

the blades of a polished spear. Their black feathers caused the light of the setting sun to rebound as though they were metal plates. Their eyes were a bright shade of crimson that exuded a bloodthirsty light as though all they

this wasn't enough, Leonel felt that the large crossbows fitted to their backs contained much more power than 23rd century canons. By his estimations, they were weaker than 25th century technology, but marginally stronger than 24th. And, unlike Earth's technology, they weren't negatively influenced by

to command

he was just a single person facing almost 500. Any smart person would turn

trying

his senses. He heard nothing,

chaos at this moment. Leonel could almost feel

already been turned upside down once,