Thank you for being there... warming all four seasons...
In the recent charge, Alvin had swung his longsword, unseating two men, but he quickly found himself surrounded. His strength was far greater than that of the other knights, and his armor was exceptionally powerful, allowing him to hold out until now. However, he seemed to see the battle's decline.
Could he really not defeat those commoners?
This was an insult to Alvin, and he urgently wanted to find a way to change the situation. Naturally, he noticed one man who stood out among the soldiers in standard gear—their leader.
Fighting without a helmet, huh? You're the one!
Alvin swung his sword and raised his shield, pushing back the surrounding soldiers. He then spurred his horse toward Lance, hoping to kill the leader and seize the flag to reverse the tide of battle.
"I am a Bastia Knight!" Alvin's charge was impeccable, his longsword pointing straight at Lance.
