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Joan didn't commanded anybody, but his words and will, and especially how amazing he was at fighting drove people naturally to his side, knights, soldiers, long villager friends and people that hunted with him, everyone was led by him without the young man realizing it. He was incredibly charismatic despite how he never thought of himself as anything much. Charging forward with his group of over twenty men, he began to pierce through dozens of demons at once. His spear, drenched in the blood of demons, constantly asked for more and more demonic energy and blood to sustain itself. Although Joan had noticed something odd with his weapon at this point, he had not paid attention to it as this was the middle of an intense war where the smallest of distractions could mean their demise.
"CHARGE!!!"
