Chapter 65

Amidst the chaos and terror, English soldiers and the French people desperately ran to avoid being engulfed by the fury of the clash between Rémy and the baron. Panic dominated their faces as their legs moved frantically, driven by the urgent need to survive. Anguished screams echoed through the narrow alleys of the city, blending with the sound of weapons and the thundering of crumbling buildings.

The streets transformed into a true labyrinth of fear, with bodies colliding in a frenzied dance of despair. Hearts raced, lungs begged for air as hurried steps merged with the deafening sound of destruction around them.

At every corner, scenes of horror unfolded before their stunned eyes. People left behind everything they owned, abandoning homes and belongings in search of one thing: a chance to survive. Their gazes were filled with pure helplessness, reflecting the profound realization that, in the battle between Rémy and the baron, they were mere helpless spectators.

Meanwhile, the figures of Rémy and the baron stood out on the horizon like two relentless titans. Their movements were swift and brutal, seemingly defying all laws of human nature. Each blow exchanged between them was like thunder, reverberating through the anxious hearts of those witnessing this colossal fight. The air seemed electrified by the intensity of the battle as debris flew and flames crackled in a spectacle of destruction and despair.

In this scene of chaos and horror, life and death danced dangerously close. Every step taken was a risky gamble, a challenge to luck. And so, amid indescribable panic, the English soldiers and the French people continued to run, driven by the only certainty that remained: the urgent need to escape the wild voracity of this insane battle.

"Mama!" A child desperately cried out to his mother, sensing the imminent danger approaching. With a racing heart, the mother tightly grasped the child in her arms and, in a burst of courage, they hurriedly escaped from the house. Just as they distanced themselves, the baron charged like a cannonball, devastating everything in his path. The house, with its medieval charm, was reduced to rubble. However, amidst the destruction, a sense of relief washed over the child and the mother, knowing they had escaped unharmed.

The baron emerged majestically from the debris, rising above the ruins with a mocking expression on his face. The sound of his firm steps echoed through the chaotic environment as the rubble creaked beneath his weight. With a calculated movement, he cracked his neck, emitting a sinister sound that filled the air like a dissonant note.

"So, you're really trying to save this city?" the baron said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and irony. His cutting tone of mockery echoed like a sharp dagger in the polluted air. His eyes sparkled with malice, making it clear that he didn't believe for a second in Rémy's altruistic intentions.

"Because if that's the case..." he paused, casting a disdainful glance around. "I don't see any sign that you care about saving anyone."

The mother, with her heart racing with fear, held the child tightly in her arms as she began to run. Her feet pounded the ground with desperate haste, propelling her forward. Every muscle in her body was tense, driven by the urgent need to escape that imminent threat.

However, before she could realize it, the sensation of her feet touching the ground suddenly disappeared. A moment of confusion washed over her until she looked up to meet Rémy's surprised gaze. In an agile and unexpected gesture, he had lifted her in his arms.

The mother looked down, where her feet no longer touched the ground, floating in the air. Her eyes widened in surprise, mixed with a blend of gratitude and perplexity. She fixed her gaze on Rémy, who held her with a gentle and protective strength, radiating an aura of courage and determination.

The child, enveloped in their mother's arms, looked at Rémy with curiosity and trust. The chaotic scene around them seemed distant and unheard in that moment, while the mother absorbed the strangeness of the situation, feeling safe and protected in the arms of this unlikely stranger.

A mixture of emotions crossed her face: surprise, gratitude, and a faint touch of hope. She knew that even though everything might be lost, she still held hope of escape.

"Please, without hesitation, could you let everyone know that it is imperative to abandon the city immediately! I am willing to face even the English soldiers to ensure everyone's safety!" exclaimed Rémy, his face serious and determined, stepping away from the clash against the baron. Carefully, he set the woman with her small child on the ground, and she nodded resolutely. In a swift gesture, she sprinted toward the city's exit, her gaze filled with apprehension and hope.

"Finally, you've returned..." muttered the baron, perplexed. "I simply can't understand. At the beginning of the battle, you seemed to not care about anyone else. Why this sudden change? I'm truly confused," he scratched his head in bewilderment, his eyes meeting Rémy's, who was already approaching with a cold and undisturbed gaze.

"It must be in your head," Rémy retorted with a slight air of disdain, his fingers firmly gripping the handle of his spear, conveying determination and confidence. He refused to waste explanatory words on the baron.

The baron, skillfully holding his sword, swung it in the air, expressing impatience and suspicion. "Perhaps. But that doesn't change the fact that you don't seem to care about the imminent risk of my soldiers capturing the woman you helped," he uttered, his words enveloped in a challenging tone.

A defiant glimmer gleamed in Rémy's eyes, mixed with unyielding determination. "No, she won't be caught," he stated, his voice filled with conviction and assurance. With resolute steps, he approached the baron, whose body remained still, but his sword swayed in the air like a snake about to strike.

"You know, sometimes, having too much confidence can be a heavy burden," the baron murmured as his hands clenched around the sword's hilt. Raising it with determination, the surrounding environment seemed to freeze, and Rémy felt tension hang in the air like a dense fog. A dark omen ran down his spine, warning him that what the baron was about to unleash would be nothing short of chaos and destruction.

"I uphold this confidence because I know victory is mine," Rémy whispered to himself, his fingers tightly gripping the spear as the muscles beneath his shining armor contorted in preparation. With bold audacity, he launched himself toward the baron, moving with the speed of lightning.

"Hahahahah! We'll see if your confidence is worthy!" the baron roared, releasing a deafening laughter that seemed to drown even the softest whisper. The air stagnated, as if the atmosphere itself held its breath, anticipating the imminent clash. And then, like thunder erupting through the skies, the baron delivered a devastating strike with his sword. Simultaneously, Rémy charged with all his might, hurling his spear with wild determination. The resulting impact of the collision between those titanic weapons made the earth tremble beneath their feet, cracking into deep fissures, bearing witness to the magnitude of the impending battle.

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