The battle that was ongoing between the mages of the dark guild, Tartarus and one of the Grey Wolves of Golden Haven seemed to be one-sided at the beginning since the Grey Wolf appeared to be pushing them.
If he could maintain the pace and intensity with which he was stretching the dark mages, then there was a possibility of victory. But then again, he had to consider the fact that he was outnumbered two to one.
The massive chunk of earth which he peeled off the ground was descending toward the two dark mages, momentarily distracting them as their gaze averted to the giant mass.
"Sever, Arondight…!" Lancelot muttered, finally pushed toward unsheathing his sword.
With his blade unveiling and shining with a deadly lustre under daylight, Lancelot's hand flicked in several movements at the mass of earth coming down on them.
In a moment, the giant mass was reduced to nothing more than chunks of earth as he landed on the ground.