Countless crimson blood arrows coalesced into shape on the inner walls of the blood prison, shooting out with a piercing sound of breaking through the air, forcing Alama to keep moving, his greatsword creating a silver barrier, shattering each approaching blood arrow.
"Just die already, you disgusting creature! What's wrong? Out of strength?" Eleanor's laughter echoed inside the blood prison, "Where was that prestige when you were chasing my troops all around recently? Why only defend and not counte..."
[Block Level 10]
[Trample Level 9]
[Charge Level 10]
[Heavy Strike Level 10]
The impact wave of Trample perfectly fused with the speed of Charge, and Alama appeared instantly in front of Eleanor.
The greatsword swept with a wide blade, crushing through two hastily raised blood screens, smacking solidly onto her shoulder.
With a "boom", Eleanor tumbled away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall behind Sigmund, leaving spider-web-like cracks.
