The sound of raindrops is pitter-patter, while the rain of arrows clinks and clangs, occasionally mixed with the thud and cries of pain.
The leading Knight Oslar did not charge directly into the formation. After getting within range of the Holy Guns, he made a sweeping maneuver.
Yet, many officers instinctively ordered to shoot.
The lead bullets flew haphazardly, mostly grazing the knights' armor, sending out a few sparks.
It must be said that this Knight Oslar's martial skills are indeed exquisite. After dodging the bullets, he turned back again.
The colorful cloaked squad of knights crossed over ditches and fences, forming into a wedge-shaped impact formation.
Catching the timing of the Holy Gunman's rotation and loading, the knight shot and killed an officer, then caught a lance thrown by a retainer knight in mid-air.
"The price of angering the bull!"
With a unique war cry of the Oslar Clan, that flamboyant knight leaned his body down.
