Chapter 55 - Paris (5)
Chapter 55 - Paris (5)
[Bonus chapter for 200 powerstones. Next at 400 :)]
The three of them were shocked and horrified, but Leonel and Aina had already acted once again. In as little as three breaths of time, three more planks of wood were flying toward them, scorching the air.
Finally, Joan reacted. With a wave of her pole, her knights stepped forward and stomped their feet as one.
Golden strings sprung from her flagless polearm, attaching to the heads of each of the knights and causing their auras to skyrocket.
A moment later, a thin and pale gold dome-like shield appeared in the path of the first fireball.
BANG!
The barrier shook and cracked, on the verge of collapse.
Nigelle quickly reacted, pulling his bow string and releasing three arrows that seemed to magically manifest in rapid succession.
The embers of the first fireball flashed and sprinkled down from the air, soon becoming a curtain the three energy arrows pierced through to collide with the next three balls of fire.
"Let's go." Leonel broke out into a run before the six attacks even collided.
"80% chance he uses the collision as cover for another energy attack. Shield."
Leonel's ears twitched, barely catching Reimond's words beneath the next cacophony of booms. The latter was practically whispering. If it wasn't for Leonel's sharp sense, he would have really missed it.
'Precognition? Prediction? Psychic?' Leonel frowned.
However, his steps didn't stop. Judging by the situation, this person seemed to think that Leonel wouldn't be able to hear him. Another thing was that he didn't have a method of communicating without speaking. As long as Leonel could continue applying pressure on him, even if he could guess his most likely course of action, he would only be able to take the optimal actions for himself. In that case, the impact of his ability would be severely limited.
Leonel's Force surged, pressing down on his left arm with the pressure of a mountain. It would be difficult to win this battle without his Force. However...
[Leonel Morales]
[Strength: 0.99; Speed: 0.99 (+0.1); Agility: 0.99 (+0.1 - partially nullified); Coordination: 1.15; Stamina: 0.99-1.20 (+0.05 - nullified); Reactions: 1.15; Spirit: 1.00; Force: 0.40]
Leonel felt that this was enough.
Aina cut past Leonel, swinging her massive shimmering ax down and causing a beam of Force to split the explosion in half.
Without missing a beat, Leonel's spear became like a blur, causing another three knights to fall mercilessly. No matter how much armor they wore, he was able to find the tiniest crevices and the smallest openings to exploit, reaping their lives with a single strike every time.
Joan couldn't sit idly by. With another wave of her polearm, her knights moved forward once more.
Leonel had thought that they would be just as easy to deal with as Reimond's knights. However, he soon found that even after several probes, both his and Aina were still trapped in their encirclement.
Every time Leonel thought he saw an opportunity to strike one of them down, another would strike toward him at an angle he had no choice but to retreat from. After this happened several times, Leonel's expression grew solemn.
'They share their senses...'
Leonel's brow furrowed. He hadn't expected their momentum to be stifled so suddenly.
'The only way to break through in a short time is... absolute power.'
Leonel's gaze narrowed and he shot forward. Others might think that the only method of displaying absolute power was strength. But Leonel knew of another: speed.
"90% chance he tries to brute force his way through."
Reimond's voice once again traveled to Leonel's ear. His words were incredibly soft and he believed that only Joan could hear him, but the reality wasn't so.
Joan waved her polearm once again, causing her knights to bunch together in preparation for a strong attack.
Unfortunately, though Reimond's prediction was correct, he failed to describe the method Leonel would use.
Leonel firmly planted a leg, suddenly changing directions and shooting through a gap between a knight and the inner gate. Joan's actions had only made them all the more susceptible to his maneuver.
'[Call of the Wind].'
The instant Leonel flashed through, a faint glow coated the tip of his spear.
Reimond's last thought was one filled with shock. He, who could do the work of God and prophecy the future... died just like this?
A bloody hole seeped with blood from his forehead even as a sweep of Aina's ax sent Joan's knights tumbling back several steps.
Leonel clenched his jaw, the veins on his left hand bulging like swarming green snakes beneath his dented shield. He had gotten rid of the most dangerous of the three of them, but he had paid a severe price.
He couldn't move his left arm.
The three of them were shocked and horrified, but Leonel and Aina had already acted once again. In as little as three breaths of time, three more planks of wood were flying toward them, scorching the air.
Finally, Joan reacted. With a wave of her pole, her knights stepped forward and stomped their feet as one.
Golden strings sprung from her flagless polearm, attaching to the heads of each of the knights and causing their auras to skyrocket.
A moment later, a thin and pale gold dome-like shield appeared in the path of the first fireball.
BANG!
The barrier shook and cracked, on the verge of collapse.
Nigelle quickly reacted, pulling his bow string and releasing three arrows that seemed to magically manifest in rapid succession.
The embers of the first fireball flashed and sprinkled down from the air, soon becoming a curtain the three energy arrows pierced through to collide with the next three balls of fire.
"Let's go." Leonel broke out into a run before the six attacks even collided.
"80% chance he uses the collision as cover for another energy attack. Shield."
Leonel's ears twitched, barely catching Reimond's words beneath the next cacophony of booms. The latter was practically whispering. If it wasn't for Leonel's sharp sense, he would have really missed it.
'Precognition? Prediction? Psychic?' Leonel frowned.
However, his steps didn't stop. Judging by the situation, this person seemed to think that Leonel wouldn't be able to hear him. Another thing was that he didn't have a method of communicating without speaking. As long as Leonel could continue applying pressure on him, even if he could guess his most likely course of action, he would only be able to take the optimal actions for himself. In that case, the impact of his ability would be severely limited.
Leonel's Force surged, pressing down on his left arm with the pressure of a mountain. It would be difficult to win this battle without his Force. However...
[Leonel Morales]
[Strength: 0.99; Speed: 0.99 (+0.1); Agility: 0.99 (+0.1 - partially nullified); Coordination: 1.15; Stamina: 0.99-1.20 (+0.05 - nullified); Reactions: 1.15; Spirit: 1.00; Force: 0.40]
Leonel felt that this was enough.
Aina cut past Leonel, swinging her massive shimmering ax down and causing a beam of Force to split the explosion in half.
Without missing a beat, Leonel's spear became like a blur, causing another three knights to fall mercilessly. No matter how much armor they wore, he was able to find the tiniest crevices and the smallest openings to exploit, reaping their lives with a single strike every time.
Joan couldn't sit idly by. With another wave of her polearm, her knights moved forward once more.
Leonel had thought that they would be just as easy to deal with as Reimond's knights. However, he soon found that even after several probes, both his and Aina were still trapped in their encirclement.
Every time Leonel thought he saw an opportunity to strike one of them down, another would strike toward him at an angle he had no choice but to retreat from. After this happened several times, Leonel's expression grew solemn.
'They share their senses...'
Leonel's brow furrowed. He hadn't expected their momentum to be stifled so suddenly.
'The only way to break through in a short time is... absolute power.'
Leonel's gaze narrowed and he shot forward. Others might think that the only method of displaying absolute power was strength. But Leonel knew of another: speed.
"90% chance he tries to brute force his way through."
Reimond's voice once again traveled to Leonel's ear. His words were incredibly soft and he believed that only Joan could hear him, but the reality wasn't so.
Joan waved her polearm once again, causing her knights to bunch together in preparation for a strong attack.
Unfortunately, though Reimond's prediction was correct, he failed to describe the method Leonel would use.
Leonel firmly planted a leg, suddenly changing directions and shooting through a gap between a knight and the inner gate. Joan's actions had only made them all the more susceptible to his maneuver.
'[Call of the Wind].'
The instant Leonel flashed through, a faint glow coated the tip of his spear.
Reimond's last thought was one filled with shock. He, who could do the work of God and prophecy the future... died just like this?
A bloody hole seeped with blood from his forehead even as a sweep of Aina's ax sent Joan's knights tumbling back several steps.
Leonel clenched his jaw, the veins on his left hand bulging like swarming green snakes beneath his dented shield. He had gotten rid of the most dangerous of the three of them, but he had paid a severe price.
He couldn't move his left arm.