The Martial Unity

[Bonus chapter for 400 powerstones. Next at 600 :)]

In this case, the situation truly did seem hopeless. There were more and more knights swarming to block for Joan, it seemed that Aina might lose control again, and Leonel himself felt that he was approaching his limits.

His body was heavy, his Force was languid, and his left arm felt as though it was being poked through by thousands of needles.

However, even with this being the case, Leonel managed to calm his heart. He had almost lost his life more times than he cared to count within the Mayan Temple. It was always his mind and not his power that helped him out of those situations.

He had been too rash this time. If he hadn't been constantly trying to brute force his way through this battle, he wouldn't have ended up in this state so quickly. Of course, it was also possible that Reimond and Nigelle would still be alive in such a situation, but Leonel still felt that he could have taken a smarter, better approach.

In the end, he kept making mistakes because he simply didn't know enough. Had he known how easy it was to break through that Force Art prison, he would have never drawn this thing on his hand. Had he known Joan had such abilities, he would have killed her first before Reimond.

But, there was no longer any use in griping over such things. Being agitated would get him nowhere. In fact, he might make more mistakes as a result of such a mindset.

Leonel warded another forward movement of the Englishmen, his pale green eyes locking onto Joan who was still continuously increasing her distance from him. In fact, if it wasn't for her bright golden armor, he would have already lost her in the sea of bodies already.

'Fear tactics won't work any longer, they're being controlled. Think… think…'

moving forward. He seemed just as frantic as he was in the beginning, causing Joan to have no choice but to continuously respond with more knights. He had no choice. If he stopped

was possible for her to just take control of all the French like this, why had she bothered to appear here in the first place? If she took control of the French from the very beginning while they were charging through the gates, Aina and I would

than that, why is it that she insisted on wearing a mask if controlling the French was so easy? No, even more importantly,

gaze grew

Knock their

say something, but it was already too late. Due to her retreat, she was already so far from her

mistakenly believed that it was more difficult for Joan to take control of the dead. However, this wasn't the case. The reason the line of

too agitated to think of it. It was true that Reimond wore knight's armor, but Leonel had long since established that the forging of this

of force that would be needed to counter him like that, then the actual amount of Force Joan needed to take control of

mean? It meant that it was more difficult to control the living than

evidence and could only make his own guesses. It was a desperate situation, so he could only try and see what stuck. But, he felt that

her face? Why is it that she

barely clipping the edge of a helm worn by Joan's knight as

spinning above the battlefield before slowly descending to the

from his vantage point. But, the French

young man they all recognized. He had tears streaming down his face and veins bulging across his forehead. It was clear that he was trying his very best to hold himself back from swinging his sword

bit foolish, and even a bit annoying, but he held a place in all