Victor looked at Crowley. “Okay then, my job is done,” he said. He probably still followed that order the Commander gave him, about cheering up his comrades with his optimism. “I’m leaving the rest to you, Crowley,” he continued.
“Alright then, let’s all return alive! And for that, we’ll engage those pagans’ attention, then run. Make your swords sing! Roar with the war cry! Do everything you can to be flashy. But don’t forget that this is only a decoy mission! The goal is already in sight. So survive with all the stubbornness you can muster and show the enemy our strength as the Knights Templar! Men, chaaaaaaaarge!”
“Yeaaaaaaaaah!!!”
Letting out a deafening cry, the knights banged their swords against their armor or shields and, making as much noise as possible, broke into a run. Towards the enemy. Towards the pagans.
Charging them head-on would only result in the crusaders getting wiped out in an instant. That’s why they were going to stop just in front of the enemy and make the pagans come chase after them.
Then slay them starting with those who would catch up.
Slay. Slay.
“Slaughter theeeeeem!!!” Crowley roared.
He beheaded the enemy in front of him. Looped off the arm of another one. Then struck with his sword the head of a man who was about to attack Victor next to him. The man’s skull got smashed, making his sword plunge in too deep and get stuck. “Ugh.”
Using the opening, 5 enemies attacked him from the side. Gustavo and Rosso swooped down on one of them.
“Crowley!”
“Crowley-sama!”