The change in the enemy’s composure during the battle is clear- reinforcements continue to come periodically, but the marksman and his leader are seemingly growing more nervous and desperate, particularly after the fall of their tactician. It was a sight he had gotten used to and admittedly almost felt a swell of pride within his chest- watching the enemy’s morale cascade once they notice they no longer have a commander or guide to maintain order. Rather than sadism at witnessing a fellow human struggle however, it was satisfaction at his own performance. This was his job, afterall.
But a cornered animal is often at its most aggressive, meaning now it was truly time to focus and not grow too cocky. “They will be coming at us with whatever they can get their hands on now, do not mistake their desperation for an easy win!” The professor called out to his teammates below, sighing softly as another wave of Edain’s healing soothed any and all injuries clinging to his body.
Watching over the battlefield, reinforcements had yet to arrive- it was a matter of time as they weren’t currently able to close off their entry routes at the moment, so all that’s left is focusing on the two troublemakers left alive- the one closest to him being that archer he had been wary of ever since the battle started. Walburga climbed a few feet higher in the air, putting herself out of an easy range for the foe to target with his bow so that Lambert could figure out a better approach- but it was delaying the inevitable. They’d need to face that archer one way or another.
He did, however, notice from afar how the bow that man was holding was not the same as before. “This is…” Lambert was no specialist in archery, but any good commander should be able to identify a weapon from a glance. That’s a long range bow, for sniping.
Icy pools blinked, and after a second spent in silence he smiled at the sudden realization.
Walburga spun in the air, folding her wings so they’d be diving towards the archer as fast as possible for a blitz-like approach- to get to him before he’s able to hit them first. The first blow was slightly clunky as a result of Lambert’s own lack of experience with flight and the difference in speed and braking compared to that of a regular horse’s, but it was still enough to catch the marksman off guard and draw blood from his thigh. The man staggered and, taking advantage of the timeframe, Lambert went for a second strike at his upper chest- blade catching on armor but still managing to carve a path through flesh and cloth.
An arrow was aimed at him point-blank, but the professor only smiled at the attempt- knowing the man’s bow wouldn’t allow him enough room or force to fire a close-range shot. The voice that left his lips was velvety, but tinged in soft mockery. “A little humiliating, is it not? An archer getting cornered by a falcon knight.” But there was no time to waste, as he knew the leader wielded a magic tome that certainly could reach him from there. Tugging on the reins, the ivory mare’s wings flapped as she gained altitude- though not before landing a swift kick to the marksman’s chest before fully taking to the skies.
Once they found themselves at a safe height, Lambert looked down at his teammates. “That archer is wielding a sniping bow, he cannot react if you attack him at close range! We must get rid of him before he has time to switch his weapon!”
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