I've Seen Every Kind of Battlefield

"Hah!"

Lancer let out a roar, stomping heavily against the ground. His leg muscles sprang like coiled steel, launching him in a swift charge straight at Heracles.

The enemy had given him the perfect chance for a duel. He intended to go all out from the very start and take down his opponent in the shortest time possible. Then, riding the momentum of victory, taking on two enemies alone would not be impossible.

Keeping his body low as he lunged forward, he streaked ahead like a blue flash of lightning. When he was still more than five meters away from Heracles, Lancer fiercely thrust out his spear. In the brief instant between raising his arm and striking, the distance between them had already narrowed to a single step.

Killing enemies at the fastest speed was Lancer's specialty. The crimson spearhead traced a bloody arc through the air, and Lancer could practically see his enemy's heart being pierced.

"Roar, roar, roar—"

To Lancer's surprise, Heracles, who looked like the kind of meat shield built to absorb damage, suddenly displayed agility utterly mismatched with his size. All Lancer heard was a thunderous roar before the sword in Heracles's hand came slashing down over his head.

If his spear pierced Heracles's heart, Lancer's head would be smashed apart by that sword. A mutual death was not what he wanted. At the critical moment, he twisted his waist, drew in his body, and slipped away.

This guy is fast. He might even be faster than me!

Lancer sprinted forward with his momentum, inwardly cursing his bad luck. He knew that if he did not deal with Heracles, escaping tonight would be nearly impossible. Just as he was considering his tactics, wind suddenly whistled behind his ear, and a heavy sense of danger surged through