Li waited for a few seconds. There was only silence. The knights of the blood legion did not move, standing still in formation as if emotionless. It was impressive, really, that they could maintain a stiff professionalism even in the face of their esteemed, revered general getting utterly defeated. Surely, they were feeling surprise and awe, but they did not let it show.
The one that broke the silence was Tia.
"I knew it!" said Tia as she pranced up to Li, tugging at his hand. "Too easy for papa. Papa should let me fight," she pouted.
"Don't get too impatient, Tia," said Li. He looked to the forest where he had sent Leonid flying. "You can get up now! I know that was not enough to put you down for good."
Leonid appeared from between a few trees, a fist-shaped dent imprinted in the white of his breast plate. Several smaller dents covered the rest of his armor, with a few pieces of wood embedded into gaps in the armor where they stabbed into flesh.
