The Martial Unity

Aina was like a lone blazing star. Despite being alone and surrounded, there seemed to be a perpetual five meter radius around her that no one could keep their life within.

From afar, it seemed like the Englishmen army had split into three. A single group of archers focusing their might toward Leonel, another attacking the Frenchmen, and the final entirely focused on this small woman with a weapon twice the size of her body.

However, though Aina seemed invincible, Leonel could see her body heat increasing at an unhealthy pace.

'Her stamina is running low…'

Leonel's frown deepened. It had been less than 30 minutes since the battle began, but just how long could a normal human fight under such conditions? Even with her being far beyond a normal human, the load she was facing was severalfold greater as well.

"Aina! Retreat!"

Leonel shouted once more, putting everything he had into his voice. However, this time, the blaring horns of retreat sounded over him, covering his shouts completely.

"No! Not now!"

Just minutes ago, there was nothing Leonel could have wanted more. But now Aina had traveled too deeply into their territory.

Leonel's arm cocked back and launched forward another crude spear.

With a sharp clang, it rebounded and shattered off of Aina's massive ax blade.

Aina's head finally snapped backward. But Leonel never got to register just what her expression was. All he could see was the fierce golden glow of her eyes, hiding a flickering redness that seemed to be the depths of a hellish flame.

could grasp through the almost hundred meters that separated them. Her eyes were almost

day she killed Conrad and stared him down as though she wanted him to witness every moment. He had been too stunned to register just what she was

to be

fiendish red Force erupted from Aina's frail body as her killing

[Aina Brazinger]

0.99; Agility: 0.99; Coordination: 1.00;

like this. Even the adjusted

his mind could focus on was her stamina. It hadn't gone up. In fact, it had plummeted the instant she

overwhelmed the blaring horns of

However, it didn't sweep outward. Instead, it attached to the blade of

battle ax, borrowing its power to

quaked in fear, but Leonel's

and the spirit that enveloped her ax flickered, leaving half the Englishmen destined to die with

wall of Englishmen. To her back, the

what he was doing before he found himself falling through the air, having jumped over

'Something is wrong …'

chosen not to chase. The Englishmen still had more than 16 000 of their original number. It was nothing short of foolish to pursue them with their now less than

had

of

her! Kill