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…'

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

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

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

grew brighter and

Knock their helmets

say something, but it was already too late. Due to her retreat, she was already so far from her knights to begin with. And, even if she was close, she simply had no ability to stop Aina from doing something so

that the line of gold that took control of Reimond's corpse was thicker, he had mistakenly believed that it was more difficult for Joan to take control

was true that Reimond wore knight's armor, but Leonel had long since established that the forging of this era

amount of force that would be needed to counter him like that, then the actual amount

meant that it was more difficult to control the living

longer had solid 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 it was logical to conclude that

it that Joan would cover her face? Why is it that she would cover the

ax swept forward, barely clipping the edge of a helm worn by Joan's

into the skies, spinning above the battlefield before slowly descending to

point. But, the French who had

down his face and veins bulging across his forehead. It was clear that he was trying his very best to

young man. He was a bit naive, a bit foolish, and even