The Martial Unity

Leonel quickly scanned the situation ahead and sighed a breath of relief when he saw that Aina was fine. In fact, she was more than just fine, she had taken out four more of Joan's knights, leaving just four remaining. But it seemed that Joan's control had grown tighter with less to worry about, causing the difficulty to actually become somewhat more difficult.

'Good, I'll take her out now and it'll all be over.'

Leonel suppressed his fatigue and dashed forward under a rain of balls of fire. He could practically see the end of this several month-long affair.

He bore down on Joan, his gaze meeting hers across tens of meters. Reimond's knights once more tried to block his path, but the last of them fell with a sweep of his spear. They hadn't even hit the ground when Leonel had already appeared several meters to their backs.

Joan's gaze was hard to read. Despite having not taken his eyes off of her, Leonel couldn't tell if she was calm or feeling complex. Her blue eyes, hidden beneath her golden mask, seemed to ripple slightly before going still every so often.

In truth, it seemed like she was finished. She couldn't pull her knights back from Aina, or else it would be that bloody ax that took her life. At the same time, she had always been on the back line, having no combat prowess of her own. That moment Leonel took Reimond's life, she knew that she wouldn't have had the ability to resist had his target been her.

20 meters. 10 meters. 5 meters.

Leonel brandished his spear, settling his scorching lungs as he pierced forward with everything he had.

on her. The time

at that moment Leonel heard something akin to

"Rise."

Joan's polearm and entered Reimond's corpse which lay to her side, causing him to suddenly stand and accept Leonel's

clang, Leonel's spear rebounded off of his chest plate, causing a strong reverb to travel up

had already shot backward and raised her polearm high, a string of corpses that were the product of Leonel and AIna's efforts appearing in

into the crowd of scattered Englishmen, but it also tore its way through the gates and dove into the defensive line of Frenchmen as

and used him as a human shield. But, judging but the thickness of the line of gold she needed to do it, he deduced that it took more effort than

in her ability to control others, but he never

a gaze toward Aina, but she was still struggling with the remaining four knights. Having no other choice,

have

once. On top of that, she never took control of them like she was doing now.

future, and a frail woman who could seemingly

paying

faster than Joan, but he kept having his path cut off by corpses and Englishmen who had come to give away their lives. At the same time, he knew that the French were most definitely charging toward Aina. It was to the point he didn't dare to look back because he feared he wouldn't be able