>>5759163>>5759169While your hope for this world is waning, your chivalry is still ingrained in who you are. Refusing to fight Locus, who to this day remains undefeated in combat could be the lift to your ego you might just need to relieve yourself of the pain in your heart.
"So, are we invading them now?" Silat whispers, wishing to know on your next proceedings.
"No, we're going there on foot. swarming them with all our troops now would be too cheap and cowardly."
"What are you on about, Vlad? Meeting them at their estimated time of arrival could delay us by hours at least, and days at most! Do you not care about reaching Falconia with all our troops during the night of the blood moon?"
"Of course, but I haven't gotten any signals from Danaan on whether or not Schierke and the Skelligans are ready to join our fight. We can only enter Falconia when all of us are ready."
Despite going against popular demand, you decided to approach Locus as is, finally encountering him and seeing if each one of you could hold up their own against the legend of their opponents.
By the dawn of the final day, the anxiety of knowing this could very well be the last stand earth has against demon kind was enough to shake you into a frenzy, yet you managed to contain yourself in honor of your fallen soldiers, by fighting in the battleground of your old master, you can only hope that she sees how far you've come.
"Show them no mercy. The Phantom and his army will not lay a foot on the sacred grounds of the new city." Locus' speech is brief, but is enough for his troops to get ready along with him.
As always, the Falconian strategy of overwhelming you with numbers never ceased to intimidate your men, being around 800 to 300 soldiers.
If that wasn't enough, Locus' no nonsense attitude appeared to reflect on his insurmountable speed in combat. Not long after assuming his guard, he was already spiking and impaling all the men who in front of him. An entire line of soldiers, hanging by their stomach as his elongated lance pierced through all of them as it stretched like rubber.
Off he went to his next targets, and though Guts managed to protect Rickert from harm's way and Silat's Tapasas could hold their own weight against the incoming troops, Locus' speed and absolute control of his weapon, coupled with his range and the mastery of his mount to the point of it seeming like an extension of yourself, seems to form the image of an optimized Vlad, one that managed to ignore his feelings and become the living weapon he was made to be, with no thought to his victims, just mindlessly doing his job as fast as possible to get done with his next line of duty.
Truly a sight as mesmerizing as it is terrifying.
Still, this is no time to be sleeping on the job. dozens are dying by the second, and you have to find a way to stop Locus.
