Chapter 63

All leadership is influential.

John Malcolm

An old once said, when a war is inevitable, all you could do to protect your life is to kill your enemy. Because when you're in a situation in which your death is closer than your own heart, its kill or to be killed. No matter how much you hate this truth, it's the fact and it will always be. But some people are trying to deny this fact. Not wanting to submit or resort in killing even in such 'inappropriate' times. Will they fail or not? Only time will tell.

Felicia is standing in the field of Geffen, with a saber on her right hand and a mirror shield on her left. Her long yellow hair waves as a warm wind greets the green field. Her blue eyes, staring at her opponent, look as sharp as ever when she advances to a stance. Standing not far from her, Orc Hero, plays the role as her opposition, is staring at her with the exact sharp eyes. The same warm wind makes the feathers on his orc helm waves slowly. With his broad sword on his right and his large golden shield on his left, he advances to a stance, preparing to attack the paladin. Surrounding them is hundreds of Orc soldiers. As if they know their role is only as the watchers, not even a single soldier tries to interrupt the one on one fight.

"A dark skinned paladin with a long yellow hair, I presume it is you, Felicia Hammond? The right hand woman of Alexandria?" The orc swordsman politely asks Felicia, much to her surprise. "It's not common for Valdomir soldiers to know my name" Felicia responds, "How do you know, Orc Hero?".

"All Valdomir soldiers knew" The green skinned monster explains, "A paladin who stood up against one the Five Guild Leaders, Lord of Death, and defeated his vice leader Bacsojin in one single strike, who wouldn't know your name?".

A little smile could be spotted in Felicia's lips upon learning the answer, "I see. Thanks for the recognition. But, I'm aware of the fact that your knowledge wouldn't stop this fight".

"Unquestionably" Orc Hero ensures, "Shall we begin now?".

Without saying anything anymore, the two warriors dash and cross their respective weapons, echoing the sounds of the meeting between the two swords far into the sky. Pulling their swords back, the two clash their shields with their raw power, resulting in both warriors finding themselves knock several steps back. As if they are unsatisfied with their efforts, both fighters, again, throws their sword attacks as the two swords continuously meet, creating sounds and sparks.

Each clash sends a message from each warrior, proving their persistence's. When their eyes met after another clash, both fighters realized, they are fighting for something, a reason, an unspeakable yet real reason why they are putting their lives on the line. Both fighters wouldn't quit until their 'message' is sent, not by their victories, but by their spirits, their will to win, their will to fulfill their desires.

Not wanting to waste her time, Felicia strikes a thrust right on Orc Hero's face. But with his quick reaction, Orc Hero covers his face using his shield and throws a slash to Felicia. Anticipating the attack, Felicia dodges the slash by ducking to the ground, and throws a Bash, right into Orc Hero's shield, knocking him several steps backwards. His face is filled with surprise as the result of the sudden strike.

A different expression could be seen in Felicia's, however, as she could be seen smiling. A female she maybe, but to take her lightly is a very big mistake. Orc Hero, realizing he would not be able to take down the paladin just by sheer force, preparing another stance. But he wants to ensure something before continuing the battle, "What are you fighting for, paladin?".

His question ventured into Felicia's mind, knocking something inside it. "Why would you want to know?" The paladin calmly replies. "Because I can see it" Orc Hero slowly replies, "You have something you hold dear that makes you sheath your sword and puts your life on the line. I can see it when I our eyes met, and I couldn't help but wanting to know. It would be an honor if you let me know your reason, paladin".

Felicia does not give a reply for a second, thinking whether she should answer or not. Trying to ensure herself, she glances at the eyes of Orc Hero, trying to see her enemy 'deeper' inside him. And then she finds it, the reason to tell, simply because she realizes her enemy is not an evil person on his heart. After taking a deep breath, the paladin answers, "Because I want to protect my happiness".

Felicia's statement fazed the orc hero, making him pay more attention on her words, "When Valdomir defeated Prontera Kingdom five years ago, Rune Midgard not only suffered heavy defeats, but also the lost of its people. When I first came from the main continent to Gonryun, along the road, I witnessed mothers crying for their children, kids screaming their parents' name, and dead bodies scattering everywhere on the ground like thrashes. I heard nothing but cries and curses. I smelled nothing but bloods and dirt. And I felt nothing but helpless and afraid. Helpless because I knew I couldn't do a thing to help them. Afraid because I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight back if Valdomir were to attack again and nothing but death awaits me if that were to happen".

Felicia stops, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But then I realized, what a disgrace to only think about deaths and defeats when you have something important counting on you, because one night, I saw my parents comforting my younger sister on her sleep. And I heard them pray to god, let the moment where their children slept are the moment of peace, the moment where they don't have to feel afraid or insecure, between their hard days of living and surviving. And then, I saw them smiling. They smiled for their children happiness's. By that time, I realized, I also want to treasure that moment of peace. Because that moment, that small moment, bring joy and happiness for my parents, my whole family, and also my own. Seeing their smiles, my friend's smiles, is my biggest happiness. I don't want to lose that happiness. So, I will fight, no matter who, when, where. I'll put my life on the line; because that's the only way I'll protect that happiness".

Felicia finishes answering, much to the amazement of Orc Hero. "I have never thought a very simple reason would move a warrior" The orc states, "So it's true, humans are moved by the simplest of desire. Too bad, as long as the almighty force of Valdomir exists, such an honorable dream would stay just like that, a dream. This land cannot be saved, paladin. After you told me your reason, I have no needs to hold back anymore". Suddenly, a glimmer of light could be seen covering his sword, as the sword gradually becomes a gigantic oversized sword. Felicia couldn't help but raising her eyebrows, expressing her surprise.

"So, that's your technique, Maximize" Felicia prepares another stance, "This won't be easy". Replying with nothing but another attack, Orc Hero throws his attack with a straight thrust. Felicia jumped backwards to avoid it, but as she lands and prepares for counter attack, she could feel her left shoulder is bleeding. "What?! But the attack didn't hit me?!" Felicia told herself as the blood start dripping to the ground. Orc Hero unleashes another thrust, but this time, Felicia dodges it by sliding on the ground, avoiding another hit. As she rises and prepares to rush the orc, she could feel her right arm is bleeding when blood could be seen dripping across her hand.

"A, another hit?! But, how did he do that?!" The paladin, amidst her confuse, notice Orc Hero has just jumped into the air and smash his sword right to the ground.

DUASH!

Felicia made it in time to dodge the mammoth impact of the smash by rolling to her right. The attack cut the ground into half, and shook the field. One second late, and she would have been cut into two. "Akh!" She mutters when she feels another wound, this time on her left arm, starting to bleed.

Orc Hero regains his stances and glares to the wounded paladin as his warriors start to chant their screams (whatever the language may be), supporting their superior. "Impressive" Orc Hero states with a little smile on his face, "Three attacks using my gigantic sword and none hit you perfectly, that was quite an effort". Felicia stares at the orc swordsman and replies, "The attack…what hit me three times was only the impact, right? What you maximized was not only the size of your sword, but also the impact for each attack. Am I correct?".

Orc Hero couldn't help but raised his eyes, "Great deduction. It would be stupid to prolong this battle against a smart adversary. I will finish you off with my next attack!". The orc swordsman raises his sword and readies himself to launch his finishing blow. Felicia quickly rises and whistles, calling for Salvador, as the summoned peco ran through the barricade of Orc Warriors and stopped right beside his master, with a wrapped staff like weapon on his saddle.

"Good boy" Felicia takes the wrapped weapon and unwrap it, revealed a Hellfire, the fire elemental lance and supposedly the strongest of lances. "Hellfire? What a weapon she has in there" Orc Hero slowly said to himself seeing Felicia prepares a stance. Not wasting his chance, Orc Hero jumps again to the air to take another smash, but Felicia, much to his shock, creates a fire ball from the using the Hellfire and throws it to him.

"Guaaaakh!!!" Orc Hero screams when the fire balls hit him and knock him to the ground as Felicia quickly rides on Salvador and cast Two Hand Quicken on herself. Orc Hero stands up and watches Felicia is rushing towards him. Knowing this would be both fighters' final blow, Orc Hero lift his sword and grab the scabbard with both his hands, gaining his weapon more power than it already has once he hits it on the ground.

But much to his shock, he finds the Hellfire is flying right at his direction. Felicia throws it from afar. "Impossible!! Did she realize I would prepare another long range attack?!! She used my preparation time to throw the Hellfire?!!" Orc Hero said to himself as the Hellfire hits him.

CRASH!

Blood sprayed from his upper body as he falls to the ground, defeated.

Before the orc swordsman had the chance to rise, Felicia quickly jumps into the air with her saber on her right hand and throws another slash to the Orc's neck, but stopped right before she hits her target, much to the surprise of the Orc himself (and his warrior of course). What is more surprising was when Felicia pulls her saber off Orc Hero's neck, and sighs, "Well, that's it. I won, right? Stand up, Orc Hero".

"What are you waiting for, Paladin? That was the best chance if you wish to finish me off" Orc Hero, raising to his two feet, sounds like he demands an explanation. "Who said I want to kill you?" Felicia answers, "Alexandria told me not to kill any of you or your men. Checked it for yourself, I didn't kill any of your warriors, not a single one". Orc Hero couldn't believe when he observed, his warriors whom Felicia knocked down, were still alive when they could be seen risen slowly one by one. The rest of the orc warriors who supported Orc Hero were also surprised.

"What?! You didn't kill any of them?!! But…why?!" Orc Hero's in a lost word, not believing his enemy didn't kill him or his men. "Because" Felicia smiles, "What I want is to protect my happiness, not killing. Besides, you and your men didn't look evil at all. There must have been a reason why you were doing the whole thing, right?".

Her words hit Orc Hero harder than the Hellfire, "To think the right hand woman of Alexandria is such a noble person, I wonder if Sagramore is filled with people like you. If so, maybe this land would be saved. As a warrior, I acknowledge my defeat. You won, Paladienne".

"Paladienne?" Felicia does not understand what the Orc swordsman meant. "A woman paladin" Orc Hero replies, "No nickname would suit you better than that".

Listening the praise, Felicia replies with nothing but a smile.

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Fiorentin stands calmly in the Geffen field, just like the moon does decorating the sky. Her always sharp eyes meet Orc Lord's vicious eyes. No words have been said and no blood has been spilt after the former princess take down almost one third of the orc warriors all by herself, unscathed, unaffected. The orc warriors seem hesitate to attack her, or to be more precise, afraid.

"What power" Orc Lord calmly speaks, "Not many fighters would be able to bring so many orcs down without dripping a single shred of blood. Your ability is truly amazing, Alexandria. But that will not be enough to make me afraid". The gigantic orc prepares a stance, revealing the Kaiser knuckles he uses in both his hands.

"I didn't come here to make you afraid" The lord knight raises her Claymore, "This will not be long". Without wasting anymore time, the two dashes and strikes their respective weapons, creating a piercing sound when the sword meets the knuckle.

They continue to trade strikes as more and more clashing sounds resulted from their respective weapons. Orcs are known for their brute force, the least of all Orc Lord, the strongest of the orcs. His normal strike would shatter a hard rock, if the lord knight were to get hit by his Kaiser Knuckle, she would be as good as a hooked meat in butchery. But surprisingly, for someone as small as the former princess to hold her own against Orc Lord's brute power was amazing in a way. Each punch the Orc Lord throws would be welcomed by the Claymore striking back. Just sheer power won't win this battle, that's how both fighters said to themselves.

Pulling their selves back, Orc Lord casts two hand quicken on himself and bombards the lord knight with dozens of lightening punches. Amazingly, like a wind blowing in the meadow field, Fiorentin swiftly dodges every punch he throws, every force he strikes. Even the wind blows as the result of the sheer power of the punches. But no single strike has hit the lord knight. "Is she untouchable?" Amidst the barrages, The Orc Lord wonders on his mind, "I have heard that Alexandria is one of a kind. But this surpasses my expectation by far".

Before Orc Lord even had the chance to express his surprise, Fiorentin throws a single slash to his torso and strikes the gigantic monster, knocking him to the ground. Blood sprays all over the ground as the surrounding orc warriors couldn't help but widened their eyes seeing the fall of their lords.

"How did you…?" The Orc Lord grabs his wound and glares in disbelieve towards the former princess, who could be seen standing calmly on the meadow field. The moon warmly shines on her, making her shine like a goddess. "Amazing, truly amazing" The Orc Lord risen to his two feet, "What kind of power you possess? A normal lord knight would have been crushed to fleshes against my punches. How did you get such power in the first place? How strong you truly are, Alexandria? Have you got no equals?".

Fiorentin looks down on the ground, taking a deep breath before answering, "No, I'm just a normal human. I would die if someone stab me on my heart or cut my head off. I'm no different with other people". The Orc Lord listens quietly to her answer, "And to say I got no equals would be nothing but vain. We have our own limits, there is no such thing as undefeated, unsurpassed, or unparalleled. The same goes for me. I believe there are many godlike creatures which I have never seen before, which would consume me if I were to fight them abruptly without enough preparations. Ifrit is one of them".

The latter name narrowed Orc Lord eyes.

"I and my comrades encountered him ten days ago in Alberta. We learnt, not only he has destroyed Alberta and its people, but he also squished the strongholds I placed on Comodo. When we tried to fight him, we lost, even after combining our efforts we couldn't even scratch him. I don't understand why he let me and my comrades lived. Maybe he feels proud if humans fear him. He laughed proudly when he kills. Something he does for no apparent reason. Truthfully, I was a bit afraid. To think such creature sides with my adversary, can we stop him? Can we do something to stop his reign of terror? Can we put an end to his path of destruction? Even one of my comrades, whom I regard superior than I am, stood no chance against him. But he returned stronger than before. He didn't let his downfall confide him for too long. He just does what he could. And then I realize, rather than blabbing about being undefeated or such, I should just do my best like he did. So, to answer your question, I didn't have no equals, I just do what I could".

Her answer recalls something on Orc Lord's mind as he begins to reply, "Four years ago, after the downfall of Prontera, Ifrit came to Orc Village and demanded us to pledge allegiance with Valdomir Kingdom. The Orcs was on a good term with Prontera Kingdom, so we refused the order. Then, Ifrit unleashed his Erebus Guild to destroy us. I led thousands of orcs fought them bravely in the battlefield, only to meet our defeat. I lost hundreds of my comrades, my own family, my own kin…my people".

For a moment, the meadow field was covered in silence. Nothing but a cold night wind, whispering in the air, calling for the fighters to say something. "Never before I witnessed such godlike power" Orc Lord continues, "We didn't even manage to kill any of Erebus Guild soldiers, not even a single one. Ifrit spared us so Valdomir could use us as their resorts. We joined the Elysion Guild afterwards. I fight for Valdomir so my people will not be killed, and I don't need to lose more than I already had. So that's why, I have no reason to lose against you. Dong what you could won't be enough!!! Valdomir Kingdom will not be defeated by such a weak statement!!!".

A glimmer of light covered the Orc Lord as the lord knight witnesses; the Orc Lord maximized him and turns his own body into giant, bigger than he already has. The Orc Lord is so gigantic even the moon was covered and winds were flanged down by him.

"I WILL NOT HOLD BACK, ALEXANDRIA. PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER!" His voice roars into the sky, ensuring his statement without so many words. "Good god" Fiorentin mutters, preparing another stance to fight the gigantic orc.

Much the opposite of his size, Orc Lord quickly runs towards the lord knight, shaking the grounds as he does so. Closing himself, the giant monster throws a punch to his target. Fiorentin quickly flips backwards, causing the attack to hit the ground.

GRAK!

The impact was massive. Not only the ground was shattered like an earthquake did, the wind from the hit was more than enough to force Fiorentin to defend herself using her sword. "This is too much!!" The lord knight couldn't help it anymore as the wind got the best of her, hit her and send her launching into the air. "Ukh!" The former princess mutters upon receiving the hit. Fortunately, she quickly regains herself and landed safely on the shattered ground.

But she feels her stomach is hurting. "Uhuk!" Fiorentin fell to her knees when blood could be seen drifting away from her mouth and start spilling to the meadow land. She quickly wipes the blood on her lips away, but still, the shock on her face cannot be hidden, "Unbelievable. With just one hit?". Orc Lord quickly advances to another stance, glaring the lord knight, "THAT WAS ONLY ONE HIT. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW GREAT THE IMPACT WOULD BE IF I USE THE BARRAGE PUNCHES LIKE BEFORE?".

Orc Lord casts another two hand quicken on himself as Fiorentin preparing to welcome his attack, "Cannot get hit by those punches or I would be squished. The only thing left to do is…". Before Orc Lord unleashing his attack, Fiorentin quickly runs to the orc crowds, knowing that the Orc Lord wouldn't attack his own men. "STOP HER!!!" The gigantic orc orders his men, whom quickly pull off their axes and gang up on the lord knight. Fiorentin pulls out the Schweizerschabel on with her left hand and duck to the ground, using both her swords to cover herself against a dozen of axes.

CRING!!

The axes stop right above her head, as the lord knight quickly rolls her swords and strikes back, launching the orcs to the air in one single blow. Orc Lord wants to give another order to attack, but he notices Fiorentin has closed both her eyes. That means she stroke the orc warriors in darkness. The other orc warriors seem hesitate to attack when Fiorentin advances to a stance, crossing both her swords so they look like a cross.

As the moonlight sway across the lord knight, she opens both her eyes, revealing her captivating golden eyeballs, much to the faltering of the orcs. Those golden eyes mesmerized the orcs, so sharp yet so gentle, so warm yet so striking. And amidst the silence, she whispers, a soft whisper that could be heard traveling in the wind,

"Care for a dance?"

No one, and I mean no one, could move even their finger upon listening her. No one understands what she meant, but yet, no one dares to question her. Much to his confuse, the Orc Lord orders again, "DON'T LET HER RUN AGAIN!! SURROUND HER!!". The orc warriors waste no time on attacking as they quickly surround the targeted former princess. Amidst the dozens of killing rage, Fiorentin takes a deep breath as she lets her enemies approaching, before closing both her eyes again. After a moment of quietness, "ATTAAAACKKK!!!", Orc Lord wails his order.

Upon receiving their wanted deeds, the orc warriors rush to cut the former princess, as she suddenly disappears from their sight just like a mist vanished into thin air. "WHAT? WHERE DID SHE GO?!" The Orc Lord observes the area with his wide eyesight to find her nowhere at all. But he suddenly felt a warm gentle wind, caress his face as blood dripping from his cheek. Someone has cut his cheek and wound him before he even notices. "WHAT?!! DID SHE DO THIS?!! WITHOUT ME REALIZING?!" The Orc Lord shouts in surprise when he spots Fiorentin is standing behind him, with their backs facing each other.

"IT'S HER!!" Orc Lord points out to his warriors, but in a surprising attempt, the mentioned lord knight runs into the Orc Warriors crowds instead of escaping. The orc warriors, currently have some confidence of their numbers rushing towards her without any hesitation. Much to their surprise, she speeds up and slashes four orcs in a second. Not giving the orcs a chance to ignite a counter attack, Fiorentin sneaks among a dozen orcs and slashes them again in a lightening speed. Using the Magnum Break, Fiorentin hits the ground and sends more orcs flying to the cold air. She proceeds to run among another dozen of orcs while rolling both her swords, knocking down all of them in the process. Appearing between more orcs, she stabs both her swords towards to orcs on their shoulder before rolls again and smashes the crowds with another enormous blow. It seems their number has become their disadvantage instead of their advantage. She knocks the axes of the orcs around here to the sky, and in an unmatchable speed, she sends them back to their owner, one by one, knocking them out cold using their own weapons. Not wanting to give up, some more orcs rush towards her. But as she plays her sword upon welcoming them, they could see it, the shadows of her swords dancing around her, covering her, and guarding her from the axes of the orc warriors. They were only theirs after image, proving how fast she moves her weapons, but that was more than enough to pulls the attention of the orcs as she dashes and in a mere blink of an eye, strikes all the orcs she could see. The shadows of her swords dances on the crowds, giving some of the orcs a question for themselves, whether she stroke the other orcs with only two swords or hundreds of swords at the same time. And most of all, her eyes are still closed. She defeated more than half of them alone, with her eyes closed.

The moon lights her as if she stole its attention away from the sky. She swinging her swords soundlessly makes it even harder for the orcs to spot where she is amidst their own crowds. Their only clue is the bloods of their comrades spraying into the air like a flower blossoming whenever she hits them. Even for Orc Lord it is so hard to follow her actions without giving some more efforts to locate her. Her movements look like a dance instead of an attack, swift and smooth, yet dangerous and deadly. Even the winds follow her as if she dances with them. The winds are hypnotized by her looks, captured by her gorgeousness, and fell for her spirit. It is one girl against hundreds of men, but she stood out. Among the sparks created by her weapons, among the shadows left by her swordplay, and among the blood sprayed by the falling orcs, the warriors could not help but wonder how capturing her beauty is. She is their enemy, their adversary, their opposition, their opponent, but why they could not take their eyes away from her is a mystery, the way she 'dances' among them cannot be mentioned by words. Unspoken, unimaginable, incomparable, those minds venture inside the orcs. Her long light pink hair waving as she motions, adding another capturing reason to witness her. She's like a bird flying high into the sky, a swan dancing on a lake, a rose in the desert, a goddess in a battlefield.

"Is this for real?" Even Orc Lord couldn't help but admitting his amazement, "How did she do that? Dancing among the orc warriors? Striking my men with hundreds of swords? Or is it just my imagination? I cannot take my eyes off her. I want to, but I can't. For an unexplainable reason I can't. Is this what happen when a goddess come across your very eyes? You cannot take your attention away from her? You longed for her even more although you know she would kill you? Since when the orcs could be defeated just by a human woman? Have we become weak or is she too strong? I never thought I would say this but she…she is very exalted. She is so capturing. She shines amidst the darkness of night".

Fiorentin encases her talents again as she rolls the shadows of her swords making them surrounding her and finally unleashes a very strong blow. Knocking down the remaining orcs in one single strike, launching them to the sky in what seem to be the strike of a thousand swords before they landed harshly on the ground, defeated, bloodied, and battered. Before Orc Lord even knows it, Fiorentin is the only one left standing on the battlefield, victorious. All the orcs have been defeated.

Even Orc Lord is at lost words as Fiorentin opens her eyes and stares at him, a little smile could be seen on her lips. The shadows of her swords reappear around her, making her look enforced with unlimited numbers of swords. "UNBELIEVABLE" Orc Lord mutters, "ALL OF THEM BY YOURSELF? I…CANNOT BELIEVE THIS".

"Agravain" Fiorentin calmly states as she advance to a stance, crossing both her swords again, making them look like a cross, "Dance of The Thousand Swords. A technique secretly passed down generations by generations in the Prontera Kingdom's Royal family. This technique will allow you to move ten times faster than the speed of sound, giving your enemies the impression that you brought a thousand swords as your weapons when you attack them. Only few knights have mastered this technique in more than three hundred years of history. I am one of those people".

Orc Lord, not wanting to surrender, prepares to unleash his barrage rush. "HOW INTIMIDATING, BUT I CANNOT LOSE AGAINST ANYONE. I HAVE MY PEOPLE TO PROTECT. IF I SHALL DIE HERE AND NOW, IT WOULD BE AN HONORABLE DEATH TO DIE BY YOUR HANDS" The gigantic orc voices his will.

The wind stops blowing as seconds passed, before the two finally strikes their final blow. Fiorentin rushes, using her Agravain start slashing to anticipate the wind strikes from Orc Lord punches as Orc Lord unleashes his numerous gigantic punches, using his wind impacts to attack the lord knight from quite a long range. The moon seemed to stop shining at the moment their attacks met. Fiorentin slashes her swords innumerable amount of times to fend off the wind strikes from Orc Lord. Hits after hits and blows after blows shook the ground heavily as if an earthquake is happening. Much to Orc Lord surprise, he failed to hit Fiorentin even once, "She is different from before. Those slashes are not only insanely fast, but extremely powerful also. At this rate, I will...". Before Orc Lord has the chance to stop wondering, Fiorentin jumps into the air while crossing both her swords and rolls, striking Orc Lord with cross slash.

CRAAAAAAAASSSSHH!!!!

A gigantic mark of cross could be seen appearing in Orc Lord's upper body as Fiorentin smoothly landed on the ground right behind the strongest of orcs. Blood sprayed from her opponent when Fiorentin sheaths both her swords back to their scabbards. Orc Lord turns back to his normal size before falling to the ground.

The lord knight slowly approaches the defeated orc. "You have…won" Orc Lord slowly says upon seeing her, "Take my life if you wish, but please…spare my village". Fiorentin rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "No". Orc Lord fell into disappointment upon listening her answer, but he understood, loser has no right to protest. He has failed.

"What I meant is, you should protect them by yourselves. Don't count on me, I'm busy right now".

The orc leader narrowed his eyes, "What? I…I don't get it". Fiorentin points out on the orc warriors, as some of them could be seen trying to stand on their two feet. "I didn't kill any of them" Fiorentin explains, "After learning your reason fighting for Valdomir, I decided not to kill you or your men. I want you to join Sagramore, because we basically on the same side". "She didn't kill any of us?! Not even a single man?" Orc Lord tells himself in shock, not believing no one dies after the showdown.

Orc Lord slowly rose, and asks back, "Is this…for real? Sparing us? Are you serious…asking us to join you?".

Fiorentin smiles and nods, "Very serious. Why would I kill anyone I could have as an ally? Take your time. Heal your wounds and of course your men's, and when the time comes, I will ask for your help".

One could not help but amazes if he experiences such kindness. "So, this is Alexandria? Queen of The Thousand Knights? That name…you define it perfectly like no other could. How noble you are. If its you, maybe this land still has the chance to be saved" Orc Lord praises the lord knight as she bows his head and pledges his allegiance, "I hereby announce, from now on, The Orc Village is an ally of Sagramore. You have spared our lives, so, our lives are yours".

The other orcs cannot believe what they are seeing. Chatter after chatters echoing on the sky as Felicia and Orc Hero approaches their respective leaders. "Our plan succeeded, Fio" Felicia informs her leader who replies with an ensuring smile, "It sure did".

Orc Lord looks at Orc Hero, and with a loud voice, they shout, "All hail Sagramore!! All hail Rune Midgard!!!". Without being told, the orc warriors follow their leaders, sealing the victories for all parties involved in the battle of Geffen.

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Well, I hope this chapter is more than enough to show how great Fio and Felicia are. Agravain derived from one of The Knights of The Roundtable names.

I hope this chapter also showed the true capability of both girls, and the technique Fio used to create the cross mark is called "Saintfer".

C u next chapter!!! (^^)