Lawrence swung his bluish sword and from it, a large jet of air seemed to blast through the air, cutting through ranks of infantrymen who were still staring at him. Screams of their pain was only drowned out by the continued onslaught by the Owls. Now, the cataphracts were closing in as well.

"Commander, he is the commander! Swarm him! Swarm him!" Clive shouted at the mercenaries around him, grabbing one steadily retreating man and pushing him forward. Upon hearing that, all the mercenaries shouted, putting on a brave front as they charged at Lawrence, while from the other side, Gerheist rank and file lowered their spells and sprinted forward.

Lawrence's response was to raise his sword into the air, and from there, the skies turned a bright orange. A rain of fire poured forth, and those that touched this fiery spill were instantly coated by the fire that they could not extinguish even if their friends dropped everything to try and put out the fire.

Clive then raised his hand to give a signal while whistling. He was going to pull back.

The mercenaries followed Clive to retreat several steps away while the Gerheist rank and files fell into chaos as the Fire Storm consumed them.

Then, Clive raised his arm wildly to get the attention of the Captain of the Longbowmen some distance away. They made eye contact as Lawrence continued pushing through with brute force, seemingly as if no weapon could hurt him. Whatever that attempted to strike him seemed to hit a shield of light before being pushed away.

However, Clive did notice that when one attempted to strike him, he had to raise his tower shield to block off a javelin or spear that another man has thrown. This means...

Clive pointed at Lawrence, mimicking the drawing of a bow and nodded at the Captain who nodded in response. Raising his hand, the captain gave the command for the archers to draw their bow.

Clive lowered himself amongst his men, ready to give the signal.

As the arrows flew forward, slamming into the Shield of Faith that Lawrence had conjured, Clive rushed forward, having observed enough on how Lawrence had been using his blade. His sword was good, but not his skill in using it-

"Your first move is... The whip!" Clive shouted as he ducked , just an inch before the bluish jet of air cut down the men all around him and he lunged forward, his blade pushing through the magic shield and making direct contact with Lawrence's armour.

His sword made a resounding clang against the armour and both men stared at each other momentarily, before Clive raised his own blade again.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you use anymore magic!" Clive shouted as he kept up with a flurry of bows.

Automated Combat System Turned On

Suddenly, Lawrence seemed to vanish, but an overwhelming presence from behind Clive cause him to dive forward - Not a moment too soon as the blade missed him by inches. Standing up, Clive reached behind him and pulled out a dagger, ditching his round shield. He needed to keep Lawrence sufficiently busy until the Gerheist army won the day. He was doing the job he was paid to do.

Charging forward, he kept himself in a lower position than Lawrence but made sure the distance was consistently close so that Lawrence would be unable to make use of the full length of his blade. His blows did nothing to Lawrence's armour but he was aiming to distract. Once the whole Carminian army was more or less crushed, everyone could simply overwhelm him in numbers.

Lawrence's sword was long, while Clive's was a shortsword and a dagger. This wasn't fighting with honour, but honour gets you nowhere.

However, Clive felt that something was off. The person he was now fighting against was almost certainly the same person, but the way he kept keeping his distance and moving his blade... There was none of that amateurish, needlessly large strokes, but now, just precise blows. If it weren't for luck and Clive's own skill, he would have been cut down a long time ago.

"I-Is this a bloody show!? Join in!" Clive screamed his frustration and the bystanders broke out of their daze, charging forward in a cry. Clive suddenly saw a flash of white emitting from the shield.

Then, there was a ringing in his head as he felt himself kneeling. Then, darkness.