Lot had initially used this new weapon in battle simply to test its effectiveness. Now that the results were in, it was clear that its performance was nothing short of extraordinary.
While it hadn't been particularly useful in his fight against the Fang Clan's chieftain a warrior of immense strength, unfazed by Lot's flashy tricks it proved devastatingly effective in the hands of ordinary soldiers against the average Fang Clan fairies.
Of course, its efficacy was largely limited to the Fang Clan.
The physical disparity between these creatures and ordinary humans was vast. Conventional weapons were woefully inadequate against them, but with Lot's newly devised arms, even common soldiers could cut through the Fang Clan's ranks with far greater ease. Against other armies, however, a well-organized formation and disciplined charge would still be the superior tactic.
Following Lot's command, Camelot's forces surged forward, wielding these bizarre weapons as they descended upon the Fang Clan fairies.
The Fang Clan warriors were momentarily stunned. They weren't fools they had just witnessed Lot's tactics against their chieftain. Now, the soldiers were mimicking him, launching the same kind of assault.
Can we really imitate our chieftain?
Before they could settle on an answer, Camelot's troops were upon them. Leading the charge was Bedivere, who was far from a mere frontline fighter. He immediately noticed that the Fang Clan warriors weren't arranged in tight ranks but were instead scattered, with only a few within immediate striking distance. Their towering stature also meant they were spaced farther apart than human soldiers.
Seizing the opportunity, Bedivere signaled for several soldiers to gang up on individual fairies.
One would cast a net.
Two would entangle them with fishing lines.
Effortlessly, the fairies were ensnared.
Then, the remaining soldiers rushed in, driving their spears deep into the trapped foes.
A few strikes later, the Fang Clan warriors lay dead.
Bedivere swiftly issued new orders, rotating roles those who had thrown nets now wielded spears, while the spearmen took up the nets. His command was impeccable.
Under his leadership, the Fang Clan's forces were swiftly decimated. Those who remained found themselves hopelessly outnumbered.
And when you hold an overwhelming advantage, what's left to fear?
One-on-one, Camelot's soldiers might struggle but five or six against one? That was a different story.
The individual skill of Camelot's army was already among the finest of the era.
As the battle unfolded, the Fang Clan's defeat became increasingly inevitable.
Meanwhile, on another part of the battlefield
Lot's progress was even smoother.
Clad in Kavacha and Kundala: O' Sun, Become Armor, wielding Joyeuse in hand, he occasionally drew his pistol from his waist and fired a shot at the Fang Clan chieftain.
The chieftain, on the other hand, was fighting in utter frustration.
If raw strength alone were the measure, he still held a slight edge over Lot.
But
As Lot had said earlier, he was an outsider playing with cheats.
My weapons are just better than yours.
The Fang Clan chieftain had expected a brutal, primal duel the kind where fangs and raw power decided the victor. Instead, Lot fought like a character straight out of the Investiture of the Gods, where overwhelming artifacts trumped martial skill.
The radiance of the sun armor seared the chieftain's eyes, forcing him to squint. The power of Joyeuse made direct blocks impossible.
Staring into the blinding glare, the chieftain finally understood how Baobhan Sith had been defeated.
Even he could barely keep his eyes open when facing Lot.
"This bastard… he's just lucky to have been born with better toys!"
The thought burned in his mind, thick with envy.
But as the attacks rained down, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
If he couldn't win
Then he would flee.
Concepts like martial honor, so sacred to humans, meant nothing to the Fang Clan chieftain.
Survival came first.
"Just you wait. Once I find a weapon that can match yours, we'll settle this."
With that thought, he suddenly shifted tactics, launching a reckless, all-out offensive against Lot a suicidal barrage meant to force an opening.
Surprisingly, it worked.
Seeing the chieftain's desperate assault, Lot hesitated, pulling back slightly.
Of course, the real reason was that Lot had already spotted the figure looming behind the chieftain.
Seizing the moment, the Fang Clan leader spun around, ready to escape
Only to come face-to-face with a woman even taller than Lot.
"Out of my way!"
He roared.
In his mind, his combat prowess ranked among the greatest in all of Britain. There was no way some random stranger could stop him.
With that confidence, he lashed out at Gawain with a vicious claw strike.
Watching from behind, Lot could only stare in disbelief.
This Fang Clan chieftain… you've got some serious guts.
You just swung at Gawain.
At Gawain, under the midday sun.
At this time of day, even Lancelot of the Round Table wouldn't dare face her head-on.
"Well met!"
Gawain's voice rang out as she swung her sword in a mighty arc.
Blade met claw.
No technique.
No finesse.
Pure, unadulterated strength.
The outcome was never in doubt.
A split second later
The fleeing Fang Clan chieftain was sent hurtling back the way he came.
Much faster than before.
He crashed into the ground with a bone-shaking impact.
Looking at his pitiful state, Lot couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
"So… you're my prisoner now."
Lot planted a foot on the chieftain's chest, his voice dripping with menace.
Sympathy or not, he wasn't about to go easy on him.
Lot's pity was about as genuine as a crocodile's tears.
And with the Fang Clan chieftain's defeat, the rest of his warriors were soon routed slaughtered, scattered, or fleeing in disarray.
Once again, Camelot's army stood victorious.