Leonel stood with an arm running through the Sylvan. They were more than close; they were practically one body at this point.
The fact that Ger'Ain's blade was already here could only mean that the Pluto never planned to spare the Sylvan in the first place. From the start, his fury had erupted, swallowing all his reason.
Leonel had actually used his body, the body of a noble Pluto…
As a platform to leap into the air?
Ger'Ain's roar filled the skies, and the light of dusk seemed to only pool over the horizon faster as a result, almost as though the sun had been sent into a state of shock and fear by his fury.
Leonel had calculated this possibility, but he knew that even so, there wouldn't be much that he could do.
PUCHI!
The spear ripped through the Sylvan's side and came right for Leonel.