Meanwhile, on the halfling side.
Panic and pride clashed fiercely.
"WE'RE GOING TO CRUSH THOSE FOOLS!!!" their commander roared, veins bulging on his neck. "ONLY 20,000!? KILL THEM ALL!!"
Another soldier shouted, "ARCHERS!! Focus your aim! Target their commander! SHOOT THAT ONI-HELMETED FREAK!!"
"YES, SIR!!"
"MAGES!! Prepare and cast a wide-area firestorm! Burn them all before they reach us!"
"PREPARE THE BARRAGE!!"
The atmosphere grew tense. Arrows were nocked, mana spells charged. The halfling war machine creaked loudly. An arrogant, lumbering beast confident of its dominance.
But no one noticed.
That none of Javier's knights flinched.
Not one raised a shield to block.
And even the commander on the Pekko, still wearing that devilish oni mask…
Was smiling.
Javier smirked beneath his oni mask, his eyes glittering with a dangerous light.
He lifted his hand. Then, from nothing, a ripple in space appeared as his magic storage flickered open.
