Leonel sidestepped a spear and swung out with a blade. He cut an arrow piercing toward him in two, sending just the arrow tip to the ground where a militiaman by the side accidentally stepped on it.
The roar of pain was abruptly cut off with a head flying into the skies.
Leonel became like a reaper, his body coated both in his blood and that of his enemies. The army had become such a mess and had lost any semblance of leadership they had, so even when they tried to run, they would find themselves face to face with Leonel, without options to save themselves.
An arrow pierced into the flesh just above Leonel's hip, but he only pivoted to the side, causing a spear to miss his torso and slice the arrow away for him instead.
Finishing his pivot, his spear arched back and up, running the blade through his helper's throat and up through the back of his skull.
Every action of Leonel's seemed to serve two or three actions at once.