Under Alonso's eyes, the battlefield was soon swallowed by the cruel melody of clashing steel and painful screams. The clash of steel and the scent of blood mingled like destined lovers of the North, unable to remain alive while away from each other. The heavy scent of blood rose seemed to awaken those hibernating animals, whose eyes looked greedily in the direction of the White Merchant Road, but too afraid to approach.
Luther acted as the spearhead of the formation and was the first one to clash against the adversary's spear wall, his blade covered in a bright blue aura was tightly grasped in his hand. The nearest enemy tried to raise his quivering spear to stop the horse coming towards him, but unable win against the fear of being killed by the incoming tsunami.
