(During Issue 12: WITCH and Elyon travels inside the Palace)

"Charge!"

As Ferroris came back to the hill after he informed Caleb's Corps to be sent northwards and reported the situation, it was also the same time for the few abled men from Lyndon Corps to join in the fight as well. When Eric calls on the charge, the rebels charge the hill once more with their rotten flag raised to the air.

"Charge! Long live the revolution!" the men cry out, though still drained from the short rest earlier, still drag their legs to the top but their spirits determined to win the fight. Together with Jolras' men, they finally clash out with the soldiers. Some of the soldiers who were always defeated by the Lyndon Corps earlier from their failed raids, soon retreat away as their recognizable banner were take sail across the hill once more.

Ray on the other hand climbs up a tree and prepares his bow and arrow. "Farsight Sixth Technique: Grenade Barrage!" Ray, who sits on a tree branch, chants as he aimlessly, shoots his arrows in an upward angle to the sky. The fizzling arrows multiply and as the random blasts the soldier rearguard who are at the other end of the hill.

"Boomm! Boom!" "Arrghh!" "Urgh!" the soldier rearguard unit cry out as the blasts shock their lines with large explosions.

Eric's fast sweeping swordplay in his usual reverse grip confused the soldiers as his acrobatic-like performance confuses them. With one quick full attack, he manages to knock down ten of them. 'How much more are we going through?' Eric yells out through his telepathy as he once again dashes beyond the frontlines on top of the hill and continues to lead the charge.

Ray quickly jerks his hand on his ear from the sudden loud noise in his head, as if someone has shouted on his ear within inches away. 'Another kilometer more! Heck! Eric don't yell out in my mind—' but gulps in awe beyond the downhill on front of him. His eyes widen and teeth clench at a recognizable green skinned large figure, who holds up Oswyn's bow with an additional metal hand on his arm.

'Ugh! And you don't have to shout as well. How many are before I could get to the end of the line?' Eric asks as he continues to attack through the enemy lines, but after minutes of silence with only shouts and the clashes of sword around him, Ray still continues to stay silent.

'Ray, you there?—Ray?' Eric turns around as he sees Ray's shocking angry reaction. Confused by his expression, he quickly clears the soldiers out of his way and cuts through the soldier line with some of his men who follow behind and sees the downhill of hundreds of more soldiers who march to the top. Yet what disturbs him the most is the familiar large figure that Ray glares his eyes on. "Zagan!"

Zagan from afar recognizes the young legionate who appear from the edge of the hill. He draws his sword on his rough hand and hides the bow behind him. His eyes go senseless as he dashes forward. "That Vanguard!"

"Zagan get back in line!" One of the generals commands him to get back to his line, but Zagan ignores his superior's command and continues to charge forward as his large booted feet vibrate the hill as he runs toward the frightened Eric.

Eric's sudden and frightened nerves travels across his body as flashbacks of his near-to-death fight against him plays in his mind. Once again another panic-attack freezes his terrified mind and his body soon falls out to disarray and unconsciously stops to move as Zagan advances his charge at him. 'Damn! I can't move Move! My legs! Move!' Eric cries out his mind. He slightly drags and struggles his arm into fighting position but to no avail.

"Stay where you insect!" Zagan says as he finally prepares to swing his sword within reach. "I have a score to settle with you—Argh!"

"Boomm!" Suddenly a large explosion catches in between them as Zagan yells but still maintains his stance with his feet on the ground. The shocking blast surprised Eric as his mind then restarts back as it should be. He finally regains his sense of control which enables him to consciously move his body. Tears of perspiration soon flow down from his hair as he feels every ounce cold damp air into his lungs; relieved from the attack.

'Thanks…' Eric heavily breathes through a telepathic reply to Ray and forms his fighting pose at Zagan.

"And you tag Oswyn's nephew along with you!" Zagan mocks with the large figure imprinted on the cloud of dirt. He then swoops through the dust cloud and clashes his large butcher sword against Eric's. "Or was it the other Vanguard of yours?"

"Other Vanguard?" Eric pushes Zagan's sword away, just in time before Zagan could swing another attack against him.

"Oh don't you know?" Zagan irritatingly replies. He then charges boldly once again and prepares to strike his sword against him once more. Eric manages to block his attack but is caught off guard when he punches his metal arm onto his shoulder.

"Arrghh!" Eric bellows out in pain and lands on the ground behind him. 'He met Nigel? But when?' he tries to recall as he stands up from the fall yet Zagan continues to pursue him and vertically attacks his sword unto him, before Eric has the chance to stand up. He quickly defends himself in a genuflect position with his sword horizontally blocking Zagan's strike.

"It's because of his explosive power that I lost an arm!" Zagan continues to push and pressure down his sword on Eric's. "And now you're going to taste my prosthetic metal arm I got by some tech-wizard from the Fast World!"

'Unless it was during that time!' As Eric continues to push Zagan's push he then recalls to the large explosion that occurred during the Battle of the Old Palace when a large blast exploded beyond their lines. 'So that's what happened then! Nigel was responsible for the loss of his arm!'

"H-how u-unfortunate!" Eric stutters from the forceful push but continues to converse anyway. "He's right behind you now! Ready to take your other legs away!"

Zagan quickly turns his head away in fright and at the same time vengeance, but in a quick second he loses his balance forward when Eric finds the slightest opportunity to distract him to move away from his sword.

Eric dashes away and keeps a distance away from him. 'Never knew he was gullible to such a trick like that!'

Suddenly, a large blue-white cloaked-hooded figure dashes behind Eric and clashes his large axe against Zagan and Zagan manages to block with his large butcher sword.

"Kandor! You again?!" Zagan irritatingly says as he backs off from Kandor's attack.

"Sir Kandor!" Eric surprisingly says. 'And I thought he was left out because of his dire injury!'

"Lyndon!" Jolras scolds him and stances off between Zagan and swordfight ensues between them as clashes of blades start to brawl. "Pull back now!"

"Lyndon?" Zagan chuckles in bewilderment and hears their conversation. "That boy is the so-called-Lyndon of the known Lyndon Corps?"

"You're fight is with me, Zagan—urgh!" Kandor suddenly limps backward as he clenches his abdomen from a certain pain that is wrapped around by bandage. Blood then drips

"What weakling!" At the opportunity at hand, Zagan mocks him and finally punches Kandor off balance. "My smooth slice on your fat belly earlier is ten times the pain when one of your Vanguards took my arm off from his explosive magic! And I think that-Lyndon's head is a good exchange with the arm I lost!" Zagan points his finger at Eric.

"But you'll have to get through me first!" Kandor grunts and regains his balance slightly. He turns his head to Eric. "Continue to engage the enemy I will handle Zagan myself!"

"But sir! You're pain—" Eric worriedly reminds him.

"That's an order—ugh!" He commands. He then quickly thrusts and pounds his tiptoes to the ground, bends his knees and lunges his body forward. "Kickthrust First Technique: Forward Pounce!" In a running position and thrusts his dominant leg to the ground and his body suddenly jumps forward on front of Zagan in an instant leaving a sonic boom and gust of wind and dirt behind and clashes his sword with him.

"You alright?" Ray asks sternly as he catches up to Eric.


"I-I suppose?!" Grantaire replies to Nigel as his body flies backward from Thenard's Jab Fist but still remains in his standing stance. He clenches his face in pain with his right eye squint hardly. "Urgh—But not much!—Hey Ignitus look out!"

"Flames! I still didn't have the time to get up!" Nigel coughs and tries to get up from a good blow earlier. "Fifth Technique: Flowing—"

"Too late young man!" Thenard quickly pushes Nigel's stance and vulnerable position prepares another blow at him. "Fifth Technique: One—!"

"Chain!"

"Booomm!" Suddenly another explosion blasts between them and Nigel once again avoids the fight. Both of their stances are flown backward as Nigel lands his body on the ground and Thenard still remains his fighting attacks when Grantaire charges into the scene.

'Not good!' Nigel coughs and rubs blood under his mouth and gasps for air. He turns to the battle scene and gazes the battle scene as still no sides give ground to either side, but it is estimated that the Calluna would give in after a few more minutes. If it were not for their morale and more reinforcements they would still have the chance to reach the gates.

'I better get ahead! And open those gates!' Nigel pulls himself up as he staggers his staff in the air. 'I should've done this earlier though!' Nigel with all the strength he has left plans to launch himself up to the gates, just as he did when he escaped from Thenard's men.

Yet Thenard learned his lesson as he quickly comes up to Nigel once again after he defeated Grantaire. "You're not going anywhere!" he yells at him and blows another blow. Nigel crosses his arms and braces for the punch to stop the punch in time. "Fourth Technique: Fake Reverse!"

'Flames—! Urghh!" But too late, Nigel is once again blown away backwards from another direct punch on the gut and lands on the dirt. He staggers once more to get up and gasps to see Grantaire's unconscious body on the ground beyond him. 'Flames! Grantaire's out of mana!' He too senses his mana and his hands begin to heat up as well.

"Look around you legionate!" Thenard walks to him defiantly and casually amidst the battle as he points to his men who begins to retreat back and give ground to Thenard's men. "You have no chance against me! Surrender now and save yourself young boy. You still have a life ahead of you!"

Nigel groans and staggers to get up to face him. He looks to the top of the hill where Eric and Ray is and gazes no sign of the Heights flag that flutter the skies. He then turns to his army who is slowly driven back to the alleyway where they come from, still far away from their objective. 'This is it, is it? And it's because of me that I've lost this climatic battle, how annoying!'

"Reinforcements!" "It's Caleb's Corps!" The Calluna rebels cheer and hurrah as the Caleb's banner men and rebels charge out to the alleyway in surprise and counterattacks the soldier's frontlines.

"Push forward!" Gruul growls to the Calluna men as they once again regain their high morale. "There's no room for more than a hundred men to enter!" The rebels once again drive their hopes and energy back to the fight and push

Soon, Caleb's main corps arrives just in time to reinforce the Calluna; just in time before Nigel could force and decide into humiliating surrender. He looks up to the hill once more and gazes the hill and still finds his flag flutters ferociously in the air. 'Looks like he's been watching us after all, huh?' Nigel relieves with a smirk on his face.

"Sorry, Thenard!" Nigel staggers to stand up and takes his heat up staff. "But it's a no." he smirks with a determined look on his face.

"You're reinforcements won't save you!" Thenard annoyingly yells out